On The Banks of The River Gorph

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A relaxing camping trip!

Submitted: March 25, 2016

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Submitted: March 25, 2016

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Summer twilight descends on your peaceful place.

You're feeling relaxed, with a length of garden hose in your face.

A beer bong, a lawn chair, and absolutely nothing you have to do.

"Ah, this is living" you slur towards your camping neighbors, who

 

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stare back and shake their heads in disgust.

"Screw ya'll!" you shout, swear and cuss.

Watched you drink and listened all day to your ranting abuse,

little did you know you were tightening your own noose.

 

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They came here to find quiet, relax, and kick back.

You came here to make up for the good times your life lacks.

"What are you looking at, goober?" you say to their kid.

And that causes Daddy to get pissed, and flip his lid.

 

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He screams, "Screw you, you drunk bastard!, and the joust is on.

You meet belly-to-belly like two rutting walruses, cursing hither and yon.

 

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On The Banks of The River Gorph, is where you met your end,

by the hand of one pissed Dad, as your guts he does rend.

Yes, the waters of the River Gorph ran red with crimson,

cause you got on the bad side of a pissed parental one.

 

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The police were called, but it went unseen by you,

cause you'd already been killed--he had run you through.

You couldn't have known he'd had a really bad day.

He just went nuts and snapped, what could he say?

 

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