now walking down
what they think
might be called
the cat walk
stopping slightly
pivoting leaning
whispering with
showing off
their latest statement
in religious fashion
what used to be
just one dress
called Sunday's best
designerless with
a woman always
hat headed
or a scarf but now
scoffed on because
they are liberated
in mind but
they're eyes
too blind to see
the book doesn't
agree with what
their modern
beliefs in letting
them cast stones
unfashionably
but sung in a more
modern they hate
song they are
compaired
by the height of
their steeple
as the aisle
to the altar
shifts and alters
uncoordinate
colors from
regal red
to grass green
but not greener
on the other side
from being eaten
by
all
the
sheeple
I dance unfashionably when no one else is home
I talk like Alvin from the chipmunks and Linda Richmond from SNL
I wear unstylish clothing to the gym and do weird looking exercises
I do tricks on my bike while riding down the street
I listen to music my grandparents love
I don't mind waiting in line for five minutes so long as I get good service
I ignore my cell phone unless I'm expected a call,
I do return favors
I really don't care what others think
I am a control freak
I get crazy stage fright
I would rather be wrong, then stop something because someone else is right
I forget things when I leave the house all the time
I leave possessions everywhere I go
I get too worked up when I read or listen to politics
It's hard for me to keep my mouth shut around friends
I can be too brutal with words
Upstairs, Lucy pleased her plan went well, dressed for her coming date. Her beau, a
handsome gentleman, was unfashionably late.
Unknowingly to Lucy, he had arrived sometime before, and horrified, watched Lucy as she
trapped the girl behind the door
He had hid and waited secretly to help the girl escape. He had no idea of the girls
premeditated fate.
He opened up the basement door, and quietly went in. This was when his massacre, his
murder did begin.
The basement door slammed hard behind, he stood bravely in the dark, took a match out of
his pocket and lit a single spark
He called out to the girl, "hello, are you here? I have come to rescue you. Hello, can
you hear"?
Satan's blood was boiling, "How could Lucy let this be, that a man, a mortal on this
earth, should try interfere with me?"
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