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[aid] => mick
[title] => Rattlesnake
[time] => 2004-11-19 19:10:14
[hometext] => This is true and is a day in the life of some people
[bodytext] => It doesn't seem fair, when I saw you.
Lying in the road, basking in mornings light.
When I placed a forked stick across your neck.
Chopped off your head, and buried it in the earth,
Like an ostrich.
I threw you in the back of my truck,
And drove you home.
Placing you on a wooden spool table,
Where you squirmed until sunset, and received death.
Slicing you centered,
Removing your perfectly marked skin.
Of course, I saved it.
Slicing the pieces placed in a frying pan.
And all was eaten.
In morning's light, I unfolded your clump of flesh.
Ever so gently, I scraped your fat, with an old spoon.
Under trickling water, I stretched your skin.
Inch by inch, nailing your hyde to a board.
With glycerin bathes, at least twice a day.
You gleamed in the sunlight
Curing you, ever so slowly,
Stroking your skin.
Once removed from your board bed.
I carried you in, wiping away oily residue.
I cut you, and stitched you
For my favorite cowgirl hat.
I want to say, "Thank you."
You fed me, and clothed me, in a sense.
I did this not cruelly
But in honor of your death.
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 167
[topic] => 31
[informant] => SWCSuzyQ
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
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[score] => 5
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
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Rattlesnake
Contributed by
SWCSuzyQ
on
Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 07:10:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
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It doesn't seem fair, when I saw you.
Lying in the road, basking in mornings light.
When I placed a forked stick across your neck.
Chopped off your head, and buried it in the earth,
Like an ostrich.
I threw you in the back of my truck,
And drove you home.
Placing you on a wooden spool table,
Where you squirmed until sunset, and received death.
Slicing you centered,
Removing your perfectly marked skin.
Of course, I saved it.
Slicing the pieces placed in a frying pan.
And all was eaten.
In morning's light, I unfolded your clump of flesh.
Ever so gently, I scraped your fat, with an old spoon.
Under trickling water, I stretched your skin.
Inch by inch, nailing your hyde to a board.
With glycerin bathes, at least twice a day.
You gleamed in the sunlight
Curing you, ever so slowly,
Stroking your skin.
Once removed from your board bed.
I carried you in, wiping away oily residue.
I cut you, and stitched you
For my favorite cowgirl hat.
I want to say, "Thank you."
You fed me, and clothed me, in a sense.
I did this not cruelly
But in honor of your death.
Copyright ©
SWCSuzyQ
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2004-11-19 19:10:14]
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Re: Rattlesnake
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by a_bear on
Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 07:34:12 PM AEST
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| It's a shame, really. Snakes are noble creatures when you stay out of there way.. great write..I could see everything ..my sister has a hat like that..it's sweat stained..made of straw, a rattlesnake band. |
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Re: Rattlesnake
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by rhymeandreason on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 12:53:11 PM AEST
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Hey sweetie!
Nice imagry of the panfrying of that split-tongued desert chicken. I have never dined on rattle snake before, but with apologise's to Will Rogers; " I never met a carbohydrate I didn't like."
I hope that having a site to store your endeavors, and get some feedback as well will encourage you to work your craft on a more regular basis. You're a "wordsmith" (in case ya didn't know, that's high praise.) I have been using another couple of sites recently but I am going to start adding new rhymes to this site again. If you want, I will show you the other places that I have found that I use for more "contemporary", ( whatever the hell that means) works. I also found a writing site that lets you do extensive story, essay, and even book length works for a nominal monthly fee.
They throw in a lot of resources, and marketing tools, and information as well.
Anyway; I am heading over to Randy's storage in about ten minutes, so... , I will see you in person, as opposed to this computer link sort of thing that this is. This is alright, but I like the "real time", interaction when conversing with you, much better than this message tied to a "cyber pigeon" kind of thing that this basically is.
Thanks for sitting through my personal legal version of; Mr. Toads Wild Ride! I don't tell very many people anything at all as relates to my "bug-tussle" with the powers that be in these here parts, but I don't think that it would be right to leave you unaware of such forces at work during this period of my life. If you get to know me better, over time, you will discover that I am not prone to exaggeration, in what I relate to people as actually happening. Nor am I a person who sees conspiracies, and malicious forces at work as a general rule. I try, and usually succeed, ( according to my friends assessments of their conversations with me) in staying within the parameters of what actually occured, or what was observed, or heard by me when explaining something that was merely unimportant, or mundane, yet I felt was worthy of commenting on. I work even harder to be painfully exacting when the information has a level of importance above that. I believe strongly in saying what you mean, and meaning what you say. I would never for any reason, accuse someone of things that I merely "thought" they might have done, or it might "appear" to be the case. "Possible" should NEVER trump "Probable", and NEITHER should ever supercede what is "True". It will trake you awhile before you know me well enough to learn if what I am saying here is true, or not. As it should be. I just wanted you to hear from me that being truthful is important to me, especially after throwing such a mind boggleing, assortment of; " It's hard to imagine all this being true", in its entirity; or as to the number of prominent people that are involved in such illegal/imoral, and straight up evil shennanigans. Or without thinking that; "There must be more to this situation that he is not being forthright about." There isn't. I wasn't joking when I told you a couple of days ago that I have trouble believing that all this could be happening, and I'm going through it!
I don't know exactly why it is important for you to know all this except to say that I like you as a person, as a woman, and as a friend. You're also nice to look at, but I won't go into that at this particular time. For all these reasons you have a right/need to know what getting to know me better might mean in as full and honest a way as I can provide you with. Even if that means; that your life already is a "full plate" and problematic enough without your needing any help from me to possibly make it more so. Like I said, I try and be painfully honest in general, and more so when things are serious and should be shared with someone I consider a friend, as I do you. If this is going to add worry or stress to your life, just let me know, and I will understand, and abide completely with whatever you think is best. I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't.
So now that I have this out in the open, You will hear no more about this subject from me unless YOU ask me to explain more fully, or have a question that you would like answered, clarified, or elaborated on. If that is the case, then I will be glad to oblige you as best I can. I suspect that there is very little that you could ask of me that would get anything but the same response from me, so remember, use this power only for good! I will talk to you later today. On the round-a-bout. R & R
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Re: Rattlesnake
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by Sinned on
Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 08:36:14 AM AEST
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Yuck puke sick rattle snake stake
I have never tried as you can tell
Your poem is very discritive and good,but I will never go there I have never even tried frog legs or bulls testies,but that is me.Keep writing
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