You CEASE to Exist!

 [Here is a little poem I made up.] 

You beg for attention, but you are ignored. Your hands go through things, so you become bored.

While you lived, you had went through a lot. When will someone notice me, you thought.

You went to your mom, she became scared. The news about you had went everywhere.

You were removed by an exorcist,                                                                                                                                                                  And now, you CEASE to exist!

[[Category:This mailbox is mine And this triagonal sign That blue balloon The month of June They're mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Ziggy's sweets are mine That birdie's tweets are mine The city's street Both your feet They're all emphatically mine It all belongs to me]]