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“Have a cup of murder, Mister?
Best in these here parts!”

Laughing, several people took to him,
“George, you know our murder/'/s won first place
every year since 1910!”
Another,
“Really George, it/'/s true,
your murder ain/'/t half bad,
but only a foreigner
wouldn/'/t know you must be mad!”
Chuckling, cups of murder swilled in every hand,
from George and I they strolled,
in mirth, in this insane land.

My mind snapped upon a twig of reason
no more firm;
children/'/s laughter tween gulps of murder
drowned elders murdered sips.

I grabbed a stick and crowned George upon his head,
smile gone to fear, I beat him until dead.
“You like murder? How is mine?!
You/'/re all crazy here, you, you….”

“Seize that man!”,
and seized I was, when above the tumult,
“Oh, no! Geooorge!”
a tortured woman/'/s scream ripped and rang.

“Mister, we don/'/t cotton here to candy,
in 5 minutes you/'/ll be hanged”. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 455 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Cotton Candy


Cotton Candy
Date: Tuesday, 30th August 2016 @ 06:23:43 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Invierno



“Have a cup of murder, Mister?
Best in these here parts!”

Laughing, several people took to him,
“George, you know our murder/'/s won first place
every year since 1910!”
Another,
“Really George, it/'/s true,
your murder ain/'/t half bad,
but only a foreigner
wouldn/'/t know you must be mad!”
Chuckling, cups of murder swilled in every hand,
from George and I they strolled,
in mirth, in this insane land.

My mind snapped upon a twig of reason
no more firm;
children/'/s laughter tween gulps of murder
drowned elders murdered sips.

I grabbed a stick and crowned George upon his head,
smile gone to fear, I beat him until dead.
“You like murder? How is mine?!
You/'/re all crazy here, you, you….”

“Seize that man!”,
and seized I was, when above the tumult,
“Oh, no! Geooorge!”
a tortured woman/'/s scream ripped and rang.

“Mister, we don/'/t cotton here to candy,
in 5 minutes you/'/ll be hanged”.

This poem is Copyright © Invierno


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