Georgie by Jacob Hounsell

Georgie can’t come out to play today

He said to tell all his friends he’s

feeling ill,

I’m starting to think he’s telling the

truth,

The boy seems pretty sick

He just stays up in his room all alone,

and every once in awhile…

I can here him moan.

He goes out at night

but I don’t know where

to look for a fight?

to get some fresh air?

Georgie can’t come out and play today,

I heard strange loud noises

and bloodcurdling screams

he rages at what he calls

“the voices” 

talks of murder in his dreams,

Georgie can’t come out and play today

If he leaves his door ajar

I can smell smoke and blood

He says he’s working on a science project

but he hasn’t been to school in weeks

not since he got suspended for throwing

his “fecal matter” at the class

and telling the teacher to “suck his ass”

Georgie can’t come out and play today

He’s off on cloud nine

chasing dragons and bloody teadybears

living life in his head

and giving us blank stares

keep this up he’ll soon be dead

His skin has many bloody tears

 
Georgie can’t come out and play today

we’re shipping him off to stay with special doctors

we hear their new treatments are

electrically exciting

Georgie won’t say much

just shrug and go

won’t bother fighting

rejecting our hugs

and shunning human touch

sorry lad, I’m sad to say

Georgie can’t come out and play today