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Array ( [sid] => 166437 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Me Name's Not Jack! [time] => 2011-05-31 11:14:54 [hometext] => [bodytext] => For such murderous crime
I’ll be doin’ no time,
Oive ad the same name since Oi was a Nipper!
I’ll not be one to confess,
Leave the fun to the press!
My infamous crown, ‘Jack the Ripper!’

Oh wat a merry dance.
Them policeman did prance.
Givin me oighty toighty trappins of Noble birf!
Just look at them ‘ands
For carryin out me plans
Deliverin justice to them ‘hores on this earf!

A slaughterer by trade
Me loikes a pretty maid
But she’d rather live a life in disgrace!
So I showed her deaf’s door
Left her in pieces on the floor
With knife wiped er smile from er face!

From the churchyard them’s winking!
Till the early ‘ours still drinking!
Showin’ me all their womanly wiles!
But with me in their dreams,
You’ll not ‘ear their screams!
That’s one less to parade Satan’s smiles!

With leather apron of blood.
I trudge through the mud.
And not one passer by stops and stares!
For oi’m local you see!
For them’s lets me be!
Next victim shows Ive caught em unawares

A soul full of black!
With devil on ma back!
Moi thirst for their blood grows stronger!
This century’s sayin you can trace.
Don’t cut off nose to spite yer face
So I saved ers from getting’ any longer!

Foive murders you said were moine!
Four I’ll accept and the one decline!
For oi’m a proud and calculated soul.
You will find the fifth,
Is held only in myth.
That’s the one they found still WHOLE!!








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Me Name's Not Jack!

Contributed by northernlights on Tuesday, 31st May 2011 @ 11:14:54 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



For such murderous crime
I’ll be doin’ no time,
Oive ad the same name since Oi was a Nipper!
I’ll not be one to confess,
Leave the fun to the press!
My infamous crown, ‘Jack the Ripper!’

Oh wat a merry dance.
Them policeman did prance.
Givin me oighty toighty trappins of Noble birf!
Just look at them ‘ands
For carryin out me plans
Deliverin justice to them ‘hores on this earf!

A slaughterer by trade
Me loikes a pretty maid
But she’d rather live a life in disgrace!
So I showed her deaf’s door
Left her in pieces on the floor
With knife wiped er smile from er face!

From the churchyard them’s winking!
Till the early ‘ours still drinking!
Showin’ me all their womanly wiles!
But with me in their dreams,
You’ll not ‘ear their screams!
That’s one less to parade Satan’s smiles!

With leather apron of blood.
I trudge through the mud.
And not one passer by stops and stares!
For oi’m local you see!
For them’s lets me be!
Next victim shows Ive caught em unawares

A soul full of black!
With devil on ma back!
Moi thirst for their blood grows stronger!
This century’s sayin you can trace.
Don’t cut off nose to spite yer face
So I saved ers from getting’ any longer!

Foive murders you said were moine!
Four I’ll accept and the one decline!
For oi’m a proud and calculated soul.
You will find the fifth,
Is held only in myth.
That’s the one they found still WHOLE!!












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Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 1st June 2011 @ 09:55:13 AM AEST
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powerful write going on here my friend!

Michelle


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by Natkingcole on Wednesday, 1st June 2011 @ 02:11:51 PM AEST
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Nice take on a poem


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Thursday, 2nd June 2011 @ 03:45:09 AM AEST
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A finely depicted piece,takes you right into the mind
of a cold calculating murderer
this passage IS powerful and dangerous,
because you can feel his sense of power
and control over the world around him
and who wouldn't love that power
the darkness which is the core of this masterpiece is so vivid,
that anyone who reads can't help losing a piece of their soul
magnificent and elite form and delivery

-UNORTHODOX


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Thursday, 2nd June 2011 @ 11:38:17 PM AEST
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a chilling disclosure from the villan who is meant to be the father of serial killers. All the impulses, deficits and cognitive distortions of Jack are as keen as the edge of his blade. Nice work, eh!

Spike


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by cashfan1 on Friday, 3rd June 2011 @ 01:25:55 AM AEST
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Great stuff as always Anna. Your work is so refreshing I really look forward to reading your poetry. Well done.


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 6th June 2011 @ 01:59:45 PM AEST
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well done
I enjoyed it so much


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Thursday, 9th June 2011 @ 07:14:11 AM AEST
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Hi Anna,
While reading through this dastardly piece
I had in my mind 'Mac the knife' by bobby
darin - though your lyrics don't exactly fit
with the beat of the tune - but just as gruesome.

Nightmare stuff!

Tommy


Re: Me Name's Not Jack! (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th February 2012 @ 03:05:44 PM AEST
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I have this desire to stand and applaud ! ! !

I love the way you spelled this phonetically. I could here and see as if I had gone back in time and was really there.

Now me be wondering if you not really being an Anna yet Jack in disguise! :p







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