Post by thefleetsin on Oct 30, 2018 18:03:16 GMT
me works the gallows
me works the gallows
at queers' end,
i sends the sorry
up the treads,
of steps
that rise to heaven's sea,
but
stars be not
what wait for thee.
for as they clamber in
the chains,
and cries out in
their mothers names,
the only heaven they will see
is crowds of jeerin'
profitese.
who sell the lookers
hardened eggs.
and
buttered rum to dim the haze.
of body parts
that soon will hang
like
flailin' pigs in poopin' rain.
so as the lookers stand
transfixed,
i slides around
inside their midst.
and pick apart their pockets clean
so i can take home
pork and bean.
to feed me horde of cellar brats
me wife
keeps spurtin' out like cats!
it keeps me workin' night and day,
one step ahead of
me own grave.
for there's no crowns in hangin' men,
no pension plan to feed me kin.
for if i'm caught
at what i do,
the gallows' stretch will be
your cue.
to grab me spot at
foot of stairs,
as executioners' young mare.
for son
it is your destiny
to work the gallows
just like me!
sjw 09/16/09 inspired at this very moment in time by the infamous Creep and the howls of justice!
from the 'bewitched series' of poems
me works the gallows
at queers' end,
i sends the sorry
up the treads,
of steps
that rise to heaven's sea,
but
stars be not
what wait for thee.
for as they clamber in
the chains,
and cries out in
their mothers names,
the only heaven they will see
is crowds of jeerin'
profitese.
who sell the lookers
hardened eggs.
and
buttered rum to dim the haze.
of body parts
that soon will hang
like
flailin' pigs in poopin' rain.
so as the lookers stand
transfixed,
i slides around
inside their midst.
and pick apart their pockets clean
so i can take home
pork and bean.
to feed me horde of cellar brats
me wife
keeps spurtin' out like cats!
it keeps me workin' night and day,
one step ahead of
me own grave.
for there's no crowns in hangin' men,
no pension plan to feed me kin.
for if i'm caught
at what i do,
the gallows' stretch will be
your cue.
to grab me spot at
foot of stairs,
as executioners' young mare.
for son
it is your destiny
to work the gallows
just like me!
sjw 09/16/09 inspired at this very moment in time by the infamous Creep and the howls of justice!
from the 'bewitched series' of poems