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You, Me and the Open Sea

Just you, me and the open sea,
in a boat with a big white sail.
We’ll ride the surf and laugh with glee,
said the centipede to the snail.

We’ll point our boat towards the sun
as it sets on the edge of the land.
We’ll sing sea songs and have some fun
as we sail away from the sand.

You can search the waves for silver stars
to brighten the blackest night sky,
then catch them in your wee glass jars
before hanging them out to dry.

I myself will fish for a moon,
said the centipede with a smile.
I know I’ll net one really soon,
if not in a very short while.

We’ll light the dark with fairy lights
and just wait for a lullaby
of mermaids bringing golden kites,
then off to our dreams we will fly.


**I wrote this for my niece Ella on her third birthday


Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010


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Dr Suess and his Shoe Store






                  "I  LIKE NONSENSE, IT WAKES UP THE BRAIN CELLS!"
                                a quote from dear Dr. Suess......

  
Dr. Suess and his Shoe Store


LISTEN, LISTEN! I have BIG NEWS
Dr. Suess has a store just full of SHOES..
A GAZILLION shoes I'm sure there must be
Line them all up, bet they'd stretch to the sea!

Small shoes and tall shoes and some with spots
He even has one covered with pink polka dots.. 
                                                ...... Lots of Dots....
Round shoes and square shoes and OH MY
Even lots of cool shoes you don't have to tie!

A snake came in cause he was going to school
And wearing shoes at school is a VERY strict rule..
Now where could a snake wear a shoe you ask?
Well he wore the darn thing like a Halloween mask..

You can buy just one pair if your feeling thrifty
But poor old centipede -  he had to buy fifty
He first bought 25 pair, all were bright yellow
Then 25 orange...now he's quite a colorful fellow!

A kangaroo complained that his feet were sore
So extremely sore he could not hop any more
They fixed him up with a spring loaded pair
Now he can happily hop from here to there!

So if a GRANDUFULOUS sight your longing to see
Dr. Suess is waiting  at the corner of 7th and G
With shoes for the young and shoes for the old
HURRY! HURRY! before the purple ones get sold!
                                                           

This is an old poem of mine that I reworked a bit....


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015


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DON'T BUG ME

Tom went to the ugly bug ball Strange insects invaded the hall Folks dressed up as fleas, Cockroaches and bees The smile on his face said it all Tom hoped for a little romance Asked a cute centipede to dance She whacked him on the nose When he trod on her toes He went home in an ambulance! 7th April 2017


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


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REINCARNATION THINKING

REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the 
background and spaces of the images

Sub-titles are allowed.

When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one to complete.

C.A.K. 12-6-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 2 -SOUL SEARCHING

Was I once before or never
Don’t know how or even whether

I was a firefly, a bird of prey 
a centipede, a fish fillet?

A baseball fan to keep the score
a mockingbird, a carnivore?

A blossom in the midst of spring
a sign of what the day might bring.

A germ grown in a Petri dish
a chicken bone an unmade wish

All things and species could I be,
even remnants of a tree.

Of all of these,  I leave this post,
I am for now what I am most.

CAK 7-23-2012



MORE QUESTIONS ON RE-INCARNATION

As 'core' beliefs thicken so, 
does it leave us room to grow?
As aging souls say we must, 
complete the cycle which was thrust
upon our bucolic living place 
turned upside down in whorling space
searching for a redemptive life.

But for you, dearest one, do you not remember 
before you arrived, you took this bucking horse of soul, 
tamed it, labeled it and proclaimed it. 
To become what you needed in order
that your ride be contained and controlled. 
It's name is 'balance' and it keeps you level in the saddle 
so you don't fall off. 

10-3-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 3 -

If, we are on a soul journey,
then what must that soul become?

A better soul? A wiser soul?
A sad soul? A learned soul?
Until one reaches the end of time,

There are so many lives to live out
to fully experience all aspects of this world.
Animals, plants - more souls searching?

One can speculate, but from my perspective
none of it makes sense.

CAK 4-03-2012


REINCARNATION ENDING

Was the Phoenix reincarnated?
Or was its embers reignited?  
Perhaps before a lowly worm or soldier bee 
or brown turned leaf upon a tree? 
A  seahorse, a shark, which fish shall I be?  
In fisherman's net to be eaten by me?  
And when the cycle is complete 
and x equals x on our balance sheet.
Can we then rest in a celestial lair 
with memories gone and unaware
of trials by all things forgotten?
If choose I must or chosen by me,  
I'll remain in the stars and just wait to see.

6-2-2012


Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013


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In Belladonna Berries Love Was Paid



With lies you tried to hide your furtive eyes~ but breadcrumbs left impressions you betrayed, and finding out the truth behind your guise did shatter loving life that we portrayed. Through multi-colored shards of memories; the fierceness of reflections makes me bleed from humble heart, life-stealing reveries now crush me like a centipede stampede. Your fangs were poisonous a thousand bites, so nonchalant you stabbed me with your sins. You buried me in shallow grave of smites, alone, ascetic life for me begins. My appetite in apathy, man-made; in belladonna berries love was paid. January 28, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Second Place ~ Contest: English Sonnet Lost Love Sponsor: John Hamilton Required words: Furtive, Nonchalant, Humble, Shallow, Ascetic


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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No One The Same

A lady bug sat on a a leaf one day
When a long came a centipede that asked her to play
No no i couldn't do that 
Play with a centipede imagine that
What would flying bugs say seeing us together
They would laugh and laugh forever and ever
The little centipede was very upset 
Being treated bad from everyone she met
Why don't i have friends do i look bad 
hanging her head ever so sad 
No said the lady bug your just differant to the eye
You don't have wings and cannot fly 
Well you don't have lots of legs like i do 
I have twenty you have two
Well said the lady bug you know that's true 
Were not really differant me and you 
Were both bugs that all humans call pests
Lets be friends in spite of the rest




Copyright © colleen laforme | Year Posted 2007


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Heart of a Centipede



You got a hundred lovers,
including me
Every one of us 
give you something that you need
But you really only need us after that,
when your fire starts getting low,
and your house gets cold
You only need us 
when you need to feed,
when you need the body heat
You only want us
when you want to burrow,
when you want to give some sorrow
Give centipede promises of tomorrow:
Telling each one of us
how good it would be,
just you and me
Selling each one of us
this centipede fantasy,
that we’re quick to believe
You move so fast,
your heart can’t stay long
In and out you’re gone
Centipede feet always on the run,
having musical chair fun
Said you promise to be true
with the last sitting one
But, I know you ... 
after all is said and done:
Your centipede heart
is gonna devour each and every one
Yes, I know you ... how you do
You be bugging when you creep on by,
with a hundred alibis
Saying so and so just can’t let go,
saying even though you told them no
Then as soon as I turn the lights down low,
your phone rings,
and your centipede heart gotta go
This I know about you ...
So tell that worm that’s fresh and new:
Centipede feet always gon leave,
just as fast as they met you too
Centipede heart always gon give you empty;
wiping a hundred feet on your heart, 
getting you dirty


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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Walk

A bulging extremity
A feminist integrity
A swaggering centipede
The cops arresting me
My dick the right size
The bang coming out of your eye's
The sensitivity upon demise,
the dew and dripping from the sky's
The eagerness of eloping
The magnitude of doping
The honesty of groping
Scattering scorpions glowing and scoping


Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015


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Dr Suess' Shoe Store



LISTEN, LISTEN! I have BIG NEWS
Dr Suess has a store just full of SHOES..
A GAZILLION shoes I'm sure there must be
Line them all up, bet they'd stretch to the sea!

Small shoes and tall shoes and some with spots
He even has one covered with pink polka dots.. 
                                                ...... Lots of Dots....
Round shoes and square shoes and OH MY
Even lots of cool shoes you don't have to tie

A snake came in cause he was going to school
And wearing shoes at school is a VERY strict rule..
Now where could a snake wear a shoe you ask?
Well he wore the darn thing like a Halloween mask..

You can buy just one pair if your feeling thrifty
But poor old centipede -  he had to buy fifty
He first bought 25 pair that were bright yellow
Then 25 orange,now he's quite a colorful fellow

A kangaroo complained that his feet were sore
So extremely sore he could barely hop any more
We fixed him up with a spring loaded pair
Now he can happily hop from here to there

So if a GRANDUFULOUS sight your longing to see
 Dr Sues is waiting  at the corner of 7th and G
With shoes for the young and shoes for the old
HURRY, HURRY, before the purple ones are sold..
                                                              ...OH NO!..


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012


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First Spring

little hands clap
at first sighting
of a butterfly

little face smiles
at first sighting
of a sunflower

little fingers wriggle
at first sighting
of a centipede

little arms flap
at first sighting
of an eagle

little brow wrinkles
at first sighting
of a squirrel

little cheeks blush
at first sighting
of cherry blossoms


Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2016


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Centipede Scare

A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end! 

And while we tried learning about it on Google search, 
in a dark and damp crevice it made its perch

All the cyber net did was to amplify my fears
It also yielded that our azure electric-blue vermin
was quite hot on the market
Making me wonder how people could fancy
such a nightmarish pet! 

For this wasn't just any pest
This had hazardous venom
I fearfully wondered if they had
its antidote serum.

We couldn't just ignore
a pair of painful pincers on the loose
There wasn't way to rope those
like bull horns in a noose.

Here was a venomous predator
complete with stinging apparatus
Its bite portended pain
and complications humongous! 

It did appear to have those rumoured hundred segments
but count scaredy me out from counting those myriad ligaments.

This insectivore when we tried then to shoo, 
with lightning speed it zig-zagged out of view! 


So now it lurks but we can't find it anywhere
and gosh its stingers triple their size in my nightmare! 
besides leaving us with a proliferation scare.! 

And but timid me thanked God once again
to my great relief how thoughtful of Him indeed
to create venomous creatures that inflict stinging pain
but atleast are unable to zoom in flying at us at flying speed! .

(a flyin scorpion, centipede  wud have been far more terrifyin n dangerous eh) .


Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2015


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A Duck's Dilemma

Sometimes I feel like a duck out of water,
The greener grass is the water when I fly
And the water when I am natant.

My feathers equally ambivalent
My brain benevolently beset
The curious quandary belied by the placidity of this
Mirror in which I repose and reflect.

Mywondrous will so disposed to inertia
That I am quite averse to aviation
But the mere kinesis of flight
Prods my psyche to that profound euphoria.

And then looms that not-so-ugly duckling
To whom I am devilishly drawn.
What manner of urgency beckons me?
What end do I seek?
Why is this predisposition so prevalent?
Who is that pricks my pique and piques my prick?
When will I no longer feel such, such, such ... love?
And where is that Nirvana?
I feel like the centipede that forgot how to run.

Is there no outcome to this conundrum?
No resolution to this pregnant poser?
Too many options spoil my perspective
And I cannot compute the consequences.
To seek is not to have lost.
To seek is the eternal evidence of Life
As life is evidence of the eternal.


Copyright © gary thomas | Year Posted 2013


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Centipede Dismay -TROCHEE

Centipede so tiny crawls
trekking on a fence
hundred legs, he never falls
I watch in suspense…

My two feet are bad, you see,
pain comes when I walk.
Should I be a centipede,
you would hear me squawk!


*Entry for Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012


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THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS

THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD
 ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS

Sharp- tack like.	 Smart- in the way of the whip.
Not just another pretty face
Another prepay throwaway phone number
A melting face scorching heat summer
This deity of feminine endings
A portable telecom utilize powered solar waves 
 Sentience to embrace
Not just a common bitch
Romance to begin
A deathly contentment witch
Cellular radio telephonic device
Your fate dwells depending
A sentence to this
 Sewn on Siamese twin
A human centipede stitch
To connect via radio frequency
All these men			a chip in their hand?
The chips already there
They hold it everyday
And Candy-crush
Facebook
Angry-birds
Zombies of hypnotic freemium turds
They have implanted the chip
You swore you never would succumb
It is either attached to your hip
Or glued to your thumbs

In irony
(Zombie gardening apt analogy)


Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2015


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Stone of St Croix Island

Carefree in leisure time, one blasé tourist, 
almost happy, I once had collected a complicated stone;
after the sunny hours had ended and last opportunity
for keepsakes began.

In my hand the stone had kept all of its mouths sewn shut,
holding its amalgamated story, and likewise in the car,
on the plane, through US Customs where it was not 
in the least suspected.

A thumbnail identity I now should guess at, marking an old date,
and fixing it to, with reasonable estimate, a map location:
Plot No. 243, East end of the island, slave sugar plantation,
the stone from the corner of a ruined windmill stair—
broken free by my criminal hand, having liberated a vine.

The stone looked like a bleached out mini-monolith, square-rectangular,
able to be stood on end, leaning back and swollen at its center
like a pulled cork.

What could have moved this sequestered world to opening?
That was not for me to discover, except what came on Christmas Day,
two days after my returning.

Slave watercourses, the sight of innumerable Dutch ships,
ballasted with human flesh and hewn rock for sugar works buildings.
The drop at arms swish of the Driver’s bullwhip.
Flecks of spirit splayed on vegetation.
A mongrel dog barked beyond the windless wall of sugarcane
in centipede and mosquito heat.


Seaside, beautiful seaside impressions;
distant coral light shadows, etched deep azure;
snowy colored breakers that pencil-marked the sea.
The staid, vibrant, mocking power
of visual symphony backdrop.

So little of aid for the slaves, but for those dangerous secrets, 
unhoused in the fallen coolness of the night:
demonstratively crystalline heaven of stars; 
a ragged moon, clouds scudding eastward toward Africa
before freshwater rainsqualls came.  And there 
Orion’s Belt, mid-sky, illustrious bright, with its three
centering star points in rational line, as if 
Hope could have flung such a rope anchor onto Life
engendering sanctified resistance.

Christmas morning, 5 a.m. 
I had awakened from a stuck place, shapeless and dark, 
half in dreaming and half in knowing I was in no dream.

I was sobbing, yet strangely, because there were no tears. 
I had only put the stone inside my pajama top onto my heart.



Copyright © Lansing Day | Year Posted 2013


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ADVICE FOR NEW WRITERS

As the air gently blow it whistle,
Thoughts are swirling slowly in brain;
Jaunt to the fingers slowly
As a crawling centipede, nurture it and let
It spirit drop in to your pen like some
Water spills on the floor and spread.

After it's being written,
Make a review to avoid mistake. 
Post it on soup, be expecting variety
Of comments because your aim to join soup is to
Know more about poetry.

Some comments may
Be harsh or kind,lodged in the heart
Like a heavy stone or lodged in the in the heart like a
Strand of a cluster of cotton wool.
My advise to new writers.
Anyone which comes your way absorb and digest it,
Make use of what is yours in it and
Make no allay of yourself.
Some personal issues may also stand as an obstacle,
Make no allay of yourself.
But people here on soup are generous
They always give their support.

As a new writers we need your help,
You that have much knowledge of poetry than we do.
Any mistake or misused of words in our poem,
Please do notify us we count on you.



22/May/2015.
Contest: Advice for new writers.
Sponsor: Tyshawn Knight.


Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015


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Holi-dazed poetic musings

Poetic musings in the post holi-daze


Living downstairs from the centipede
one dreads the hours of waiting
for the “other” shoe to drop.


the bottom half of the moon smiled
grinning through the haze of dawn
soft glow casting soft shadows
across the glistening hoarfrost 


sitting outside the homes
they once filled with joy
green brittle branches crack
under the weight of failed promise


wild spinning whirr of life’s impatience
shatters the silence of snow’s quilt
tosses the ice chips of “reality”
atop the warmth of hidden dreams.


“of what use are gloves
to fingers that comprehend
only mittens”.


In response to the question:
“How many ways up the mountain?”
Religions exert the inane belief
there is only one way up the mountain.


Opportunity no longer knocks.
It can, however, be downloaded.


John G. Lawless


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016


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SUCH NAUGHTY TRICKERY

three wicked moons ago, we flew to a halloween get-away 
on the beach island frilled with dangling bouquets.” no
costumes , please”,  the invitation loudly read.. so off i went, 
the brood still washing their heads… in simple sundress, my eyes
kept singing la-la-la. the hall was empty, freaky lights went off. in a flick,

witches were brewing black, fangy cats... a lady gaga
spiking screams, then came a judas hanging on a centipede tree,
by the false door,  tattooed skeletons dancing squeaky reggae.
suffocating in a terrorized room, i hollered,” where’s my family!!”
what a viciously naughty night! they were all dressed in
ghostly ghoul and goblin witchery, tickling my almost bare body
just behind me… oh well, it’s october’s time  to slay the night
and i was the pawn, the surprised victim, crackling with nervous delight


( for paula swanson's halloween of years past)


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2010


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To Becky With Love

Blinky Bill, and the wonder of all fairy tales
Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie and Hump Back Whales
Vegemite, ice cream, and violent crumble bars
Waltzing Matilda and The Southern Cross stars
The outback, the cities and a Coolabah tree
Golden sand, Billabongs, Damper and Billy Tea
Meeting singer John Farnham and saying G’day
All very special in their unique Aussie way
The flowers of Australia just blooming for you
The funny centipede with all his little legs
Christmas trees, Santa, and lots of Easter Eggs
A Butterfly, a rainbow, your parents tender love
Kookaburras, and sunshine and heaven above
Twinkling stars, laughter, your favourite toy
No matter how fleeting they’re yours to enjoy
Funny clowns, Birthdays, and big aeroplanes
Taking you places with magical names
Your playmates, family and favourite teddy bear
Are there to love you and your world to share
So smile dear Becky we love you too
May you treasure every day that life smiles on you.


Be at peace dear Becky, we will always remember you
And how in a plane I once with you flew!
To all the little children with Progeria disease   
Let us find cure, until then, a wondrous life please! 


Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012


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RIDDLE

If a giraffe
with a sore throat
is worst
than a centipede
with a sore feet 

What is worst 
than a homeless
spider ?


Copyright © Flowers 4 Algernon | Year Posted 2015


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Hodge Podge Four

(More Pun-ishment)

The difference between a Fine and a Tax
is really easy to tell!
A Fine is a tax, for doing wrong!
A Tax is a fine, for doing well!

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade,
I once heard someone say.
Find someone whose life gave them, Vodka'
then you two can party, the rest of the day!

"What's the purpose of Raindeer"?
He thought that question was funny!
He answered her, as best he could,
"It makes the grass grow, Honey"!

What Disney movie is about a stupid boyfriend?
Does anybody know?
Sorry people, your time is up!
The answer, of course, is "Dum-bo"!*

What's the longest piece of furniture in the world?
Please, answer if you're able!
You can go to the head of the class,
if you said - The Multiplication table!

If a Parrott is crossed, with a Centipede,
what would we get in the end?
The result,very simply stated,
is a "Walkie-Talkie", my friend!

A bullet stuck in a tree with no leaves,
would be difficult to see!
In any event, you would have to admit,
it's "a cartridge in a bare tree"!

What would you call a Rabbit with fleas?
Which wouldn't be all that funny!
I don't know about you folks,
but I would call him "Bugs Bunny"!

(*Dum-bo = Dumb Beau)



Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2012


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EXCESS USE OF EXCUSES

"Tales of tales of giving reasons"

"A centipede under the bed,
 Bring a stick to beat",

"All the sticks in feces"

"Go to river to wash",

"River remains full of fish", 

"Bring a net to catch the fish",

"All the nets are torn"?

"Bring a needle to stitch the net",

"All the needles are broken",

"Go to a Gold Smith to repair the needle",

"The Gold Smith and Gold Smith,knocked down and died"!

(A folktale in circulation in Sri Lanka,generations after generations,in poetic order,in Tamil language)







Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014


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Centipede

When you touch me
I circle like a centipede 
following to the rhythm of its coiling body
as you fondle hunger with your eyes
and I
feed you  with my soft cries

the moon washed in the sky’s water
draped in the sun’s golden threads of ray
mind influence hands
to take care of an entire
body
with lust flooding in

marrying the hands of time
to painted white pillow covers

struggle

and
I breathe in 
a fresh air of you
warm to the heart
and such memories old
still 
survive in the soul
cold.


Copyright © Rushda R | Year Posted 2011


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Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012


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poor portly pig

Pivotal not to pivot a pickled pig. Playing in a plait. No no plastic garments. Ha said a garden ornament. Release of structure. Sky dance. Planes move like a huge whale. Motionless static of a hairy bee. Leaning on a gate. Harlequins have hairy horses humping hyenas hastily happily.vandals van hop. And a ship waves at a passing tray full of blooms. Go in the oven then. One two three. Pod of podiums. Hahahaha said a field mouse. Oh to the wandering tree bark who makes it's bed in a vestibule of yogurt. But it is best to be a wire basket than a sealed basement cat as caps can be launched from very tall beams and dogs say hello to a tiny worm in a miniskirt. Hahahaha. Cornish crabs craving crayons. Nefarious nun neighing. Investigations into an ants nest is akin to jumping into baths full of baked beans and tomatoes. But with timely cue a fashionable basketball wears a hat and speaks a sentence of one hour. A centipede of iron is never happy with a sandwich of onions. Yet one must extinguish a large burning combustible fire with an ice lolly. Indescribable atomic orbs gathering grapes. Slinging a bowling bow then. Wisdoms of wheels. Rolling a duck egg. Very very heavy toil. And brush a yard with a toothbrush. Hahahaha epidermisation xxxx z. At a 0 % * gone. Xxxx. Domestic dome. Xx


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