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Death and the Non-Scanning Poem (Free verse) by tooniron Unfortunately I exploded an ocelot
turned it into a philedelphia pepper pot
I tried to repair it with adhesive
but the limbs were not cohesive
So I continued on my journey
avoiding any prosecuting attorney
Until I reached my destination
where i met the federal bureau of investigation
they took me to the penitentiary
built at the turn of the century
where i was killed by another convict
A handpicked hick opium addict
My body was sent below ground level
Leaving my soul to be tormented by the devil
Surrounded by Military Personnel in Hell
All because of a single solitary shotgun shell
Up the ladder:
Sound of Snow Falling
Down the ladder:
Zooidal Veldt
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Posted: July 18, 2002 6:23 AM PDT; Last modified: September 17, 2002 9:00 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7013 Comments:
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ARTIE @ 66.68.148.241
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18-Jul-02/7:21 AM
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I like it, but, after the first three lines I was struggling with the flow. The only good cat, is a dead cat!
were you in the philidelphia brig too. 1992 tranport, next brig Norfolk. woodshop and softball was our life. god bless the guy(EM1 jason conners, an admirals son. he was in love with a female prisoner at the end of the hall. she was his roxanne, i the whisperer in his ear) who could beat out the star spangled banner with his head on the wall in the cell next to me. kept me in time with the silence
cute.
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