Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

Ghost Writer

I just can't escape my fate
I guess I was born to write
I've joined the realm of rattling chains...( applies oil to chains )
And things that go bump in the night...( bump! )

A different dimension is now my home
And I can even walk through walls...( see? )
I'm cursed to write these funny poems
While walking and haunting your halls... ( trips over chair )

Now, I don't wear a sheet on my head... ( place ghostly moaning sound here )
That's simply not who I am... ( rattles chains! )
I'm something like an apparition
For I'm no longer a man

I dare you to read my poems
As I beckon from the grave... ( boo )
I'll poison you with my funny lines
Til you brains I shall enslave... ( coughs )

I've now become the Ghost Writer
The one you knew has vanished...( Where'd I go? )
So I'll haunt you with my ghostly verse
Til one day I'm finally banished...( The End )

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Kim M April 10, 2010 at 8:32 AM Oh! Wait! The sequence of this writer's last three poems appears to indicate that he finally succeeded in his suicide attempts. Darn that rascal. I'm happy that his spirit has not died. I 'm happy that this friendly ghost walks the halls of Poetry Soup.

Kim M April 10, 2010 at 8:09 AM I'm addicted to the poison and I get the jitters from craving more. There's nothing like the next fix. Ahhhhh! Thanks, I needed that!

Ralph Taylor April 10, 2010 at 6:16 AM Great job, Larry. Very frightening!

Sara Kendrick April 10, 2010 at 6:04 AM A ghostly gift has fallen upon you and you are blessed to write those humorous lines that entertain my reading eye...Keep the humorous lines flowing...Sara