All the poems that I read,
All the written words I said
Are nothing like this one: sad –
Since it says: Benyamin’s dead.
Don’t look for good moments he had,
Don’t try to prove he wasn’t mad;
Say simply, loudly: he was bad –
There’s nothing to add.
Smart words he said?
He’d been a playful lad?
Despite of all he eventually had –
He was just ghastly, terrifically bad.
All the happy moments he caused – had,
He turned them all into sad,
Since he was just bad –
At least he’s dead.
Better not to wed,
Turning else into sad,
Dying alone, that’s for the bad;
Benyamin’s dead, condolences who read.