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The seven eleven works twenty four seven - part one

Short story By: Georgi Daverov
Riddles



This piece turned out so meritorious, chances are it makes no sense at all so I left it as it is. Part two is dependent on whether you can get anything of what's written in part one. Please, leave your comments.


Submitted:Jan 13, 2013    Reads: 67    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   



'Wasn't dark nor was bright yet.
Changing skies and a bride - fat,
Strangled dead with a shaved head
and instead of her long hair,
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laid aside on a high chair,
there's a crown on her skin bare
and the sound of her last prayer
fading out as the cops stare:
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"God forbids if I do care,
'cause in case that I do there
will be no life for me from now on."
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Lines so roughly whispered
had that much truth inside them,
they overstayed their welcome
and echoed in the air.
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And so it happened later
when the police arrived,
they overheard 'em few words
when climbing up the stair.
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They saw the crown and figured,
"this woman is a queen."
Two minutes later, Slater,
policeman in between,
just somehow spotted, dotted
her forehead was obscenely large.
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He found her hair, her veil behind the couch.
He found himself supporting Peter Crouch.
He found a coin, he found the truth,
that is he won't regain his youth,
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'til mostly, after all he found,
he dived into the underground
of what his mind subjected.
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Perplexed by all uncertainty,
empowered by the strive to be
the man who knows the answer.
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He rushed somehow subconsciously
and jumped into analogy
that lasted ever after:
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"The second term's to the first
as the fourth's to the third.
The murder to who's
as the word to the bird
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The fourth for the second,
the first for the third:
who is the murder,
the bird is the word"
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"The stupidest thing
I ever heard -"
said the lieutenant -
"I think it's absurd!"
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He mocked the policeman for being a nerd.
For herding a herd and extracting the curd.
He called him a Lock Ness monster shaped turd.
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"Regardless of what other people conferred,
a part-time policeman is never incurred."
And all the conclusions he just had referred,
"deferred the police work by being so slurred.
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An in between cops, no matter how stirred,
even the brightest and most undeterred,
improvise widely on what they observe,
misleading detectives by spreading the word.
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Drawing deductions from what they prefer,
a life-time in prison is what they deserve.
Fading out rumors leave traces unheard,
justice interred, victims inferred!"Lieutenant Furred -
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obnoxious and balding,
his scalp so worn
it looked like a Spalding,
gesturing Slater's mother and sister
being side-fucked by his middle finger,
spitting out vocab enough to explain
all that the motioning meant,
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went over scalding
and blew up the horn,
defining the morning
as violent verbal vigilant twister,
causing the volunteer rookie to linger,
and drawn into puddle of shame.
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As pent as a Brent in a dent of cement,
in trend of a gent with a scent of dissent,
presently chief of police.
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Liutenant Furred in attempt to prevent
what he considered a shameful event,
pulled out a gun and said freeze...
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...to be continued




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