A Sad Poem

I was watching the news...well, I guess it was a couple of months ago or something...and it made me really sad to see all the fighting and war and stuff that's happening. Why won't everybody just be nice? I cried over it, and then I realized that something good can come out of tragedy, because now I have something to remember when I have to cry on camera, and that's all cool and stuff.

I'm going to write a poem about it. I've just started branching out into writing, and I really like it. People tell me I'm really good with my hands and mouth, so I'm going to use them to write poetry and recite poems. I feel an obligation to share my talent with the world. Otherwise, you would all miss out.

I've got a few lines of my poem already written. It starts out like this:

War. Bad, bad war.
It sucks a lot, you know.
People shouldn't have to kill people.
Some of them are my fans, and I need them
Living. To join my fan club.

Pretty profound, huh? I'll be sharing more poetry later. I have such a gift.