Short Whipping Boy Poems

Whipping Boy

A whipping boy
Along with bully pulpit
Are both weird at times.

Jim Horn...

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All I had to do was love her with all my heart and it would be OK.
I clung to her to save her life, as she wriggled.
Love, a propped up cardboard cutout,
Trust, her whipping boy
Hope, a bloodied and bruised up mess, with its eyes swollen shut. 
A flame once burned, my ray of hope; and she placed it beneath her spoon....

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I am not your whipping boy
nor heaven's slave
or devil's toy
I am not your good luck dick
your statistic or last choice misfit
I am not your father's son
I trust no more and bow to none
I am not your saving grace
I curse your name with spit in face
I am not your falling star
my destiny is mine thus far
I am not your soul to mend
we all take our masks off in the end...

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Competition for the few vetted by the fewer
What's seen subjectively haughty choosing of a loser
Visceral assertion deemed a sycophantic t w a t
Prideful ego lifted veinly all but one have been forgot
Not important but you made it so just take it as it is
You're a whipping boy of some poor schmuck a name upon a list.....








Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest...

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Let’s be pirates Sammy suggested to her Halloween-loving dad.
He immediately pictured her dressed as a whipping boy lad.
She came downstairs looking like a sexy pirate queen wench.
Father stormed out to tinker in his garage, using his workman’s bench.
What is wrong? The girl asked her more than a tiny bit amused mother. 
If you do not know, go ask your twenty-two-year old brother....

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In a child's blueprint
Most telling memories 
Lay dead and buried 
Prior to ghosts that torment him grown

The plain act
Of daydreaming
Has ways to call forth
A multitude of zombies from his past

Like a family friend playing father
After Dad's recent demise
Assisting the mother easily overcome
By her youngest boy dubbed Exceptional

Taken aside and told
He's really something
But aware it did not amount to a lot
Through the eyes of those most dear...

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We are surrounded said the young whipping boy. There was terror in his voice.
“We are going to DIE!” he screamed.
The more mature crew members knew better.
They had been surrounded before, many times.
They kept their cool.
Just for fun the Captain shouted, “WE’RE GOING TO DIE!”
A first mate pushed the whipping boy into the water.
The crocodiles got him quickly.
This set the oldsters up for a laughing contest.
They began to advertise for their next whipping boy too....

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