A Poem

[Guest Arnold_OldSchool]

“Hearing Things”

 

As I drove by the playground, I saw a little girl sitting all alone

Her eyes were sunken deeply, her face white as a bone

 

When I watched her for a while, gently bouncing her ball

It struck me as odd, to see this little girl playing with no one at all

 

So I sat back and thought, then I heard a voice in my head

I listened intently, and then obeyed what it said

 

I walked up to the girl, and asked her for her name

She said “Jill”, I said “Wow my sister’s is the same”

 

As I got to know her, she proved to be very sweet

And I suddenly got the urge….to taste her fleshy meat

 

So I whisked her away, into my car

And then I drove her, oh so very very far

 

We went to the woods, where no one was around

And I was confident, her corpse would never be found

 

So I tied her up, with a rope and a knot

Then I whipped out my blade, and my big soup pot

 

I was really having fun, as I cut into her rib cage

Then it occurred to me, bloodletting soothed my rage

 

I cracked open her skull, and suckled her brain goo

Then I stripped her naked, and tossed her in the pot for my stew

 

I poured in some water, and tended to the wood

I wanted my fire raging, so I piled it as high as I could

 

But the smell must’ve traveled, yeah it spread far and wide

Now I heard something coming, should I run and hide?

 

By the time I turned around, it was in my path

A big hungry grizzly bear, was going to show me its wrath

 

He sliced me with a claw, as I fell to the dirt

I saw his bloody paw, and knew I was hurt

 

The bear hovered over me, with blood lust in its eyes

Now it was me, who would be the culinary prize

 

The bear bit into my arm, and I blacked out from the pain

I was an intruder in his forest, fighting back would be in vein

 

He picked me up with his fangs, my neck in his jaw vice

As I heard my neck snap, I knew I was heading for a place that was not so nice

 

So I traveled to St. Peter, outside the pearly gate

He told me “Off to Hell you go!”, “You conspirator of hate!”

 

So now I live down here, in a world of hellfire and brimstone

But there are millions here, I’m not alone

 

One day I took a look, and you know what I saw

That little girl was now an angel, she was without a flaw

 

Well being in Hell Ain't all bad, it does have its perks

Now I am the voice inside the head of the evil psycho jerks!

 

So as I wind this down, and bring it to a close

The morale I wish to share is….oh well who knows?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I insist you rip me a new one...

[The Czech Republic]

Would go well with happy bouncy acoustic guitar.

[The Amazing Rando]

...or a banjo.

 

 

Definitely a banjo.

 

This has bluegrass written all over it.

[The Czech Republic]

What is Hell Anita? Did you mean Atlanta?

[Guest Arnold_OldSchool]

Ain't....errrr...

[Nighthawk]

 

*fart sound*

[Guest Arnold_OldSchool]

 

*fart sound*

I'm shocked anyone thought it sucked

 

 

Shocked I say

[Vern Gagne]

Probably belons in the Get Your learn on forum..but I suppose in this folder more people will read it.

[Guest Vitamin X]

Especially the "From my twisted mind" subtitle in the topic. That's just askin' for it.

[Guest Arnold_OldSchool]

Probably belons in the Get Your learn on forum..but I suppose in this folder more people will read it.

Its school related??

[TheFranchise]

Are you kidding me?

 

I cracked open her skull, and suckled her brain goo

 

That's as close to modern day Shakespeare as you'll get.

[The Czech Republic]

When I write song lyrics and think they suck, I'll read this.

[Vern Gagne]

Probably belons in the Get Your learn on forum..but I suppose in this folder more people will read it.

Its school related??

I don't know. There is a poem related thread in that folder.