Thinas Posted September 18, 2005 Report Share Posted September 18, 2005 Greetings yet again, This is probably the longest poem I have ever written. I spent two days on this one. It's a song about a man, scorned by all, who gets pissed off and decides to teach life a lesson. The poem is heavily influenced by Nick Cave and his album "Murder Ballads". It has ties in particular to the song "The Curse of Milhaven". As such, the grim contents of the song are to be viewed humoristically morbid rather than tastelessly gory. :-D Oh, and...I've written 2 or 3 pieces since I got the Weenie Award for never posting anything, so I thought I'd try to poke the almighty leaders of The Pen and ask them if this will do. Thanks in advance. I hope you can work your way through it and can enjoy its casual approach to the ending of life. That's what I aimed for with this piece anyway. The Crimson Creak This one’s about Willy A man from Chasm; that’s a town It’s where they defined “Hillbilly” And even the crows turn around Small but full of people Yet completely devoid of life Most mentally feeble Fueled only by petty strife His face was molded “real fine” By a thousand fishing hooks Willy was indeed last in the line When God handed out good looks So this poor guy, twisted by fate In any way, shape or form He lived subjected to everyone’s hate Unable to follow public norm You see, disabled too he was Chained helplessly to a chair Met spite and disdain, cause’ “He had no right to breathe their air” And the rev’rent’s daughter spat on him The type that meets challenge and bails Connie, she’s an unruly, walking sin Listens to Blink182 and Nine Inch Nails And Mrs. Goodfield, that snobby hag Let her dog leak on Willy’s chair Outside where she goes though just to brag Where she gossips and does her hair And the principal looked away When the schoolkids gave the name And “Wheely” joined the fray To add scorn to growing shame And after then, never the same… You see, one day it got too much Like a bull with tweezers on its nuts Wheely snapped, and as such Returned tenfold all the cuts Wheely was gone, mind too dark And as he hurt, shall suffer town So listen on, the future stark What goes around, comes around And luck turned about Struck so god damn fast As Wheely cleaned out Down to the very last It happened mostly in Main Street They still don’t know who and how but cops said “Done by an elite” With no mind and hands like a plow Come with me, witness the murderous streak That’s it now, don’t be shy So now the road’s called “Crimson Creak” Come, and witness why: So! Mrs. Goodfield, there you are Look at you, as always, piping hot Slender cheek, not a single scar Can you gossip more? Maybe not Her dog there, too, oh so sad Clothes completely free of stains Held on to that power line so bad Did at least the charred remains They found Connie there, too Adding her own to the river Rev’rent’s daughter, stabbed through By 40 times metal sliver With all her angsty little bands Ha! Oh vengeance hails At least she was holding hands With all the Nine Inch Nails They found all the kids from school Dug down, though necks stickin’ up Actually, I think this is kinda cool It must’ve said “lop!”, “lop!”, lop!” I couldn’t have done it nicer All in a line and run o’er Must’ve been quite the geyser As he drove the janitor’s lawn mower Police have been at it now for years Have found only a single clue Screams and mother’s tears Because they had nobody to sue Clue led to a secret garden Deep between darkest tree It’s where his heart did darken And Satan set his body free And there they found the evidence Of the man for whom none will care That man where blood took precedence They only found his empty chair So mind you this, should you enter Chasm Careful who you call a freak They’re no fun, dying spasms Behave, or join the Crimson Creak Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gyrfalcon Posted September 19, 2005 Report Share Posted September 19, 2005 *laughs* Congratulations, Thinas, since this also your weenie award buyoff, and I'll accept it for the Role Call. Otherwise, a fun poem, and funny in a dark-humored way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwaihir Posted September 19, 2005 Report Share Posted September 19, 2005 Amusing poem and good to see you around Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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