Souls

A soul is a funny thing to lose
Without it, you've got nothing else to help sing the blues
Nothing to feel all special inside
No more feelings to try and hide
Nothing to nag at you when you've commited a crime
MWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA YOURS SOULS ARE MINE
And lets face is this poems going nowhere is it
But thats ok, cos a poem by me is bound to be shit