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Death wishes to kings of the world (re edited)
The guy in his cell,
big man on a randomly numbered boulevard block
creating hard man images from a guy he once saw in a movie
many years before many of us were born
didn't distinguish from the hero or villain
killed for fun,
acting out his perceived hard man part.
Locked away from the world,
8ft by 6ft home adorned naked harem
yesteryears starlets with their bushy tails up,
those come take me now eyes,
alongside his two baby girls,
those faded innocent smiles long forgotten,
His namesake with the mustache he never knew,
taking center stage once more
though in truth he'd faded away too
the colour draining ages ago from his face
The World..
195,000,000 square miles in area
give or take the odd Mile.
Killed three for fun,
dumping their remains with help for favors offered,
blaming her lusting for blood on abusive childhood
though the blade and her seemed inseparable from the very outset,
told she was like that woman dressed in yellow,
the film she didn't understand fully but for the blood spillages she enjoyed.
Just a random number in the correctional facility
for people that still feel their number one in the world,
her small blade and her, long since separated,
divorced along with any trace of yellow she might have worn.
The Sun..
our nearest star
ninety three million miles away
a million times bigger than our earth
So be number one on the randomly numbered reinforced concrete block,
that guy or girl from whatever film that got your goat up,
sparked your creative orgasm
howl at the fucking full moon if it gets you off,
run for office too,
from your naked flesh wallpapered cell
Look ma and pa
king of the world!
The Universe..
it's very very VERY big
big man on a randomly numbered boulevard block
creating hard man images from a guy he once saw in a movie
many years before many of us were born
didn't distinguish from the hero or villain
killed for fun,
acting out his perceived hard man part.
Locked away from the world,
8ft by 6ft home adorned naked harem
yesteryears starlets with their bushy tails up,
those come take me now eyes,
alongside his two baby girls,
those faded innocent smiles long forgotten,
His namesake with the mustache he never knew,
taking center stage once more
though in truth he'd faded away too
the colour draining ages ago from his face
The World..
195,000,000 square miles in area
give or take the odd Mile.
Killed three for fun,
dumping their remains with help for favors offered,
blaming her lusting for blood on abusive childhood
though the blade and her seemed inseparable from the very outset,
told she was like that woman dressed in yellow,
the film she didn't understand fully but for the blood spillages she enjoyed.
Just a random number in the correctional facility
for people that still feel their number one in the world,
her small blade and her, long since separated,
divorced along with any trace of yellow she might have worn.
The Sun..
our nearest star
ninety three million miles away
a million times bigger than our earth
So be number one on the randomly numbered reinforced concrete block,
that guy or girl from whatever film that got your goat up,
sparked your creative orgasm
howl at the fucking full moon if it gets you off,
run for office too,
from your naked flesh wallpapered cell
Look ma and pa
king of the world!
The Universe..
it's very very VERY big
Published 16th Jul 2015
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16th Jul 2015 7:12pm
"creating hard man images from a guy he once saw in a movie"
&
"blaming her lusting for blood on abusive childhood"
"her small blade and her, long since separated,"
~amazing in-depth build on male, then female characters!
" howl at the fucking full moon if it gets you off, "
~fleckin' fav line, luv ur positives at end.. this one, being a great idea!
be well sweetie, enjoyed the end on wicked smile ;)
~d
&
"blaming her lusting for blood on abusive childhood"
"her small blade and her, long since separated,"
~amazing in-depth build on male, then female characters!
" howl at the fucking full moon if it gets you off, "
~fleckin' fav line, luv ur positives at end.. this one, being a great idea!
be well sweetie, enjoyed the end on wicked smile ;)
~d
16th Jul 2015 8:04pm
17th Jul 2015 8:32am
fired point blank, noir bullets & gangster dialogue. those pinstriped kings all go down in a bloody gutter...
17th Jul 2015 6:14pm
The sad thing is John that both of the people I'm on about in the poem do actually exist
but apart from that yeah every prison in the land, female or male always to be some in there that think they rule the world.. no no let me rephrase ..the known universe
whats even more frightening is the ones that aren't locked up as yet...
Charles Salvador aka Charles Bronson.. still living.. mad as a wet cat in the snow
Aileen Wuornos serial killer death by lethal injection
but apart from that yeah every prison in the land, female or male always to be some in there that think they rule the world.. no no let me rephrase ..the known universe
whats even more frightening is the ones that aren't locked up as yet...
Charles Salvador aka Charles Bronson.. still living.. mad as a wet cat in the snow
Aileen Wuornos serial killer death by lethal injection
