Matched, miss

I lit the camp
while in the lamp
I was clampering
Bells were tampering
It was an honest demise
and didn't bring my mistake

I did not happen
for that to mean
Now I'm the only left camper
Drowning in cries of damper

And here, the tale
to this little end
If you're going to wail
your soul to bend
make sure you don't sail
with any friends, send
to damn hell
only yourself

I don't recommend it t(h)ough
No peace can come without a bro


By, <ole 4-15-10
Inspired by Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
A 7 o'clock in the morning poem.