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Array ( [sid] => 180697 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Code Blue [time] => 2015-03-04 13:56:11 [hometext] => What does it all mean Basil? [bodytext] => Fall in line, amigo
A spoiled, petulant child
Self-indulgent and wild,
With throbbing libido

Let me be your deterrent
Scalded hands in water boils,
Vexed snake bunches in striking coils,
Salt for cleansing detergent

Hold steady until blisters form-
Now isn't this delectable?
Incredible.
Edible.
Dissect able.
Thunderclapped hail of perfect storm

Stain resistant to rust.
Pandered trust switched at birth,
Blindly commence the search
Bleeding, chock-full of dust

Hence- this ain't no fairytale
So put the children to bed.
Dreams are dispersed, nightmares fed,
Chalkboard full of fingernails

Beretta spraying ligaments-
Hands up: Don't shoot the messenger,
Scream out for priest or minister
Hang on with threadbare filaments,
A catastrophic massacre
Too late- here comes the coroner. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 729 [topic] => 73 [informant] => hauntedscorp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

Code Blue

Contributed by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 01:56:11 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Fall in line, amigo
A spoiled, petulant child
Self-indulgent and wild,
With throbbing libido

Let me be your deterrent
Scalded hands in water boils,
Vexed snake bunches in striking coils,
Salt for cleansing detergent

Hold steady until blisters form-
Now isn't this delectable?
Incredible.
Edible.
Dissect able.
Thunderclapped hail of perfect storm

Stain resistant to rust.
Pandered trust switched at birth,
Blindly commence the search
Bleeding, chock-full of dust

Hence- this ain't no fairytale
So put the children to bed.
Dreams are dispersed, nightmares fed,
Chalkboard full of fingernails

Beretta spraying ligaments-
Hands up: Don't shoot the messenger,
Scream out for priest or minister
Hang on with threadbare filaments,
A catastrophic massacre
Too late- here comes the coroner.

Copyright © hauntedscorp ... [ 2015-03-04 13:56:11]
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Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 06:51:00 PM AEST
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Very good. I suppose, early on, we act in reaction to our childhood raising.

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 08:13:15 PM AEST
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I'd send the coroner home. There is nothing delectable, and you know it. If you offer scalding water to your hands.....they are gonna get *****!!! Never mind the big-hearted defence; get to grips! Trust me...that ***** coroner is getting it: right between the eyes!

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 09:35:26 PM AEST
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Spare the rod............................ spoil the child.
Crazy good!

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 5th March 2015 @ 11:40:24 AM AEST
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Abstract indeed and morbid!!! Nightmares fed. Yeah, no *****!!! This read like a nightmare! I thought you said you wrote garbage? NOT!!! I truly have no idea what was going on but it was crazy amazing the images you conjure up. So very impressive. It was like being in one of Freddy's nightmares!

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimmy79 on Saturday, 7th March 2015 @ 11:40:05 AM AEST
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A deliciously dark read with twisted connotations I liked it

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th March 2015 @ 03:17:32 AM AEST
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Scorp, this is me basil
I know what it means
to be ripe and flail sweet
and with no real texture
I need so much to be cooked
baked

I forgot all I learned
once
once I became too ripe

teaching moment this poem
is for me

Thanks!
Peace!

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 10th March 2015 @ 06:16:53 PM AEST
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disturbing, dark and written to get under the skin, one
horrible nightmare- or night stallion- that i would need
sleeping pills for,

hugs n' love nessa

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Monday, 13th April 2015 @ 06:54:47 AM AEST
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Hi there

All I can get out is eeeeeeeek a chill down my spine with the nails on the chalk board. OMW. Great write. God bless.

Greetings
Rus

Re: Code Blue (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 19th February 2019 @ 06:06:20 AM AEST
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Yeesh, the pain. Oh the pain!!!

"Luke, come over to the dark side." Oh wait, I/'/m thinking you don/'/t like Star Wars but the line still applies.

Dark, painful and wickedly Scorpendous!!! 😵😈

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