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Monsterous p.t. 5

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

The last of monsterous deeds.

Submitted:Dec 29, 2006    Reads: 120    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

She is always there,

Even when she is not,

The things she has done,

The things she has said,

Always in my thoughts,

I bought a dog,

I found it's grave,

Mark by a log,

In the woods,

Behind my house,

Sometime last may.

I hate her, I hate her,

She says I'm like my dad,

I look like him,�I act like him,

I have never meet him,

Seeing me makes her sad.

In the woods, when�I was ten,

I found a little stray cat,

I brought it home,

Mom said to get rid of it,,

I brought it back to the woods,

Then gutted it like a pig,

Wore it's fur�like a hat,

And when I had my fun,

I stuffed it's body with pinecones,

After it's flesh� rotted away,

I kept all of it's tiny bones.

I hate her, I hate her,

Everytime I would protest,

She'd say I was hostle,�

As punishment,

I'd be locked in a closet,

And made to eat dinner,

Out of one of her,

Old doutch bottles.

I hate her, I hate her,

So I murdered her,

And dismembered her,

After I raped her,

And the worst part is,

I think I ate her.

Now here I am, locked away,

Disowned by my,

Family and friends,

What I've done,

Noone understands,


I don't even know,

The name of this building,

But all I can say,

Is please,

Please, love your children.


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