This poem is a dedication
To my Father from above...

*I was inspired to write this from a picture I saw...
*so everyone knows, this poem is about a woman who...

Tick, tick, tick
Listen to the clock's chime...

Mommy what are you doing,
With the bags in your hands...

I told her to go away
But she just won't listen to me...

This is the story of Andy Lynch
Not the nicest kid of all...

Her stomach's screaming out to her
She hasn't eaten in a week...

I'm having a major writer's block
So now I'm just sitting here...

She walks into the bar
Flips her hair and takes a seat...

Look at the body laying there
A boy, a teen, a son...

The walls are slightly creaking
That is all to hear...

You know I hate free verse poetry
And how it has no rhyme...