The golden boys bullets

A bullet in the morning.

So no one sees the effort to get out of bed.

A bullet during lunch.

So he doesn’t say the wrong thing,

Opening up undesirably.

A bullet In the afternoon.

So he can reassure his friends about their troubles.

A bullet in the evening.

So he can smile happily to his parents.

And a bullet at the night.

So the golden boy doesn’t grab his phone.

And burden everyone.

With him.

The second poem about the golden boy.

The golden boy is it, it is my prison. my puzzle perhaps.