Oh blueberry man
where art thou heart
you’ve destroyed the whole village
and tore everyone apart
no condolenses given
no appologies accepted
with an attitude of rock
he’ll never make it into heaven
as people crowd around you
still you feel alone
the reason for their sadness
is that you killeth every happy home
the children sit and wonder
why he is never nice
little do they know
hit heart rest on cold ice.