I have a better poem than you

It's blue

It has yellow spots

Where I threw a Pikachu

Around the edges the world is red

Since you left, it's just a page

But so well-written

With a stolen Top Secret sticker stamped on it

And yellow tape,

Now it's forbidden

But we were not,

We were cool, you weren't cool,

Too hot in the summer, needed an ice-cube?

Security guards with batons have banned me from seeing it

And us? We do not even compare,

That's how far apart we got

And even though it is far away

Never to be seen, and the cruelest

Most painful sign that we are through

(and I am restricted from coming near it)

I still have a better poem than you

Because you have none.