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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Young Worker
[time] => 2002-12-08 13:00:00
[hometext] => Dark doesnt describe this poem. Have u watched House of 1000 Corpses? Its sort of like this. This is very gory. Hope u enjoy... I Dont know what inspired me.
[bodytext] => The workers work away
Scoop, shovel, scoop, shovel As they endlessly toil Covered in dirt and dried blood Gas masks 'cshhhhing' away Doing little to block the rancid smell, The rancid smell of bodies Lying ten thick In a vast expanse of a once beautiful meadow Stacking them on funeral pyres Napalmed limbs drip from deformed bodies The smoke rises up Birds of prey eye their feast With a luscious ambition This is a slaughter, they tell their children Never to be matched again So enjoy it and gorge yourself Workers collapse from exhaustion The dead seems endless The smoke blots out the sun And bloated bodies explode In the intense humidity Workers, dehumanized as organs explode upon them Still they work away As their eyes become deep and soulless Ares, the God of war is pleased He looks down to the offereing And rubs his hands with glee The sickening stench is his perfume The intestines he slicks his hair back with Pleased with the offering He dances a clumsy jig Then sits down and watches A young worker tears streaming downward From the awful smell and waste of humanity Scoops up a body The severed arm slips from the face Falling off revealing a face from hell Eyes wide with terror The young worker vomits And drops the body, still alive Where it sinks into the mud The soldier screams as his limbs Are reawakend with pain The young worker takes his pistol And with shaking hands Shoots out the pleeding eyes Then collapses upon the fresh corpse Their bodies mold together And they die locked in a death embrace Ares, the God of war looks down And smiles, his eyes glinting with pleasure And skin peels off As workers, work way Amidst the devastation Amidst the unsettling atmosphere Amidst the napalmed bodies And sun blasted limbs [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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