deepundergroundpoetry.com
![Image for the poem "It](/images/uploads/poemimages/165050.jpg?1436964628)
"It's Alive"
Written for Madame Lavender's The Mad Inventor comp
Lightning strikes this full moon night
A part of this maniac’s master plan
Digging up dead bodies just for kicks
To forge a freakish bitch just for tricks
All I need is...
A jar of peanut butter:
Brains
Some tattered truck tires:
Meat
A few coils of rope:
Veins
And rubber ducks on her feet
The witching hour is here
Blending black magic with science
My experiments, they may seem vile
But it makes the god inside me smile
All I need is...
A shattered mirror:
Eyes
A pack of paper clips:
Hair
A reclining chair:
Thighs
And some glue for her Nair
A can of hairspray for her
Hawk
A roll of toilet paper:
Ass
Sinatra’s greatest hits:
Talk
And an ice cube tray just for laughs!
“It’s Alive!”
Lightning strikes this full moon night
A part of this maniac’s master plan
Digging up dead bodies just for kicks
To forge a freakish bitch just for tricks
All I need is...
A jar of peanut butter:
Brains
Some tattered truck tires:
Meat
A few coils of rope:
Veins
And rubber ducks on her feet
The witching hour is here
Blending black magic with science
My experiments, they may seem vile
But it makes the god inside me smile
All I need is...
A shattered mirror:
Eyes
A pack of paper clips:
Hair
A reclining chair:
Thighs
And some glue for her Nair
A can of hairspray for her
Hawk
A roll of toilet paper:
Ass
Sinatra’s greatest hits:
Talk
And an ice cube tray just for laughs!
“It’s Alive!”
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 799
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.