... My Muse is dead - I shot her point blank - right. Between. The. EYES - There was no reason Other than she kept disturbing the peace - MY PEACE of mind - Waking me up with her frantic rhyming - The non - stop meter Fragments of not - yet created poems Flying about - Speaking in tongues in the darkness of night - I thought it was ghosts - I swear I saw them in the hazy air. One reached for me - A crazed female that was armed with a pen I mean, she was NUTS - She advanced towards me with pen in hand - Looked like a knife - And she had this crazy look on her face - I heard this...music - You know that music from the movie 'Jaws'? Or maybe 'Psycho'? I yelled at her to 'STOP!' She wouldn't stop - Self defense, right - I reached under the bed and drew my gun - And pulled the trigger - Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part V
Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part V is humorous adult literature featuring adult content and language. The work satirizes and spoofs thirteen classic tales from U.S. and British literature, a
A humorous look at the world and life through my eyes.
Follow the author and his wife, as they travel the world …. several times over.
Laugh at their funny stories, self-inflicted crazy events, strange observations, wacky zoo facts and snippets
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Fun read!!
Love Tinka
Peace and love, Carole
Cute poem.
God Bless
Michelle!
SEE HOW FAR YOU HAVE COME IN YOUR (WRITE) YOUR FLOW OF POEMS IS GREAT!
TRASK
Just as long as the muse wasn't ME i'll be happy! LOL ADORABLE, playful write; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Cool pic of the ghost; oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! he goes! LOL