killing oneself - a kindergarten story

take the air to the woods
admire the creation, mother nature!
a golf course nearby
a small pond within
those ducklings go "quack-quack"
his heart filled with wonders

the thaw - oh , is it going to snow again?
little johny wears his cap
the current of air passes him
he just ignores
relishes the moments as never before
or rather never after

peaches to the woods
babbles to the birds
little corporate he is - negotiates!
no one ever understood him, it seems
not even the woods, not even the birds
the duckling - what could she do?
she was as numb as little johny was!

johny looks up in the sky
the sun smiles at him
the trees throw twigs at him
the birds litter on his cap
with disgrace, he moves forward
the twig, there still is
he finds a reason to be there
he is happy .. happier .. happiest!
takes out a knife
starts playing with the twig
he explores yet another potential
he creates a shaft with a barbed point
he is a genius!

looks around
is there anyone who respects his creation?
no-one , infact no one ..
he looks at the sun again
a smile again, a wicked one
trees look at him astonished
the birds have flown away far
the duckling is indifferent now
little johny takes out the spear
uses it for what its best at.
oh yes! thrusts it into his heart
wow! he exclaims!!!
that was indeed a sharp one
i respect my creation
i do
i do
i ..
little johny falls asleep
forever!