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A Poem.

Started by Scribbly, July 13, 2007, 04:56:03 PM

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Scribbly

So... I realize I haven't posted anything in a pretty long time. But, I figure, what the hell. Might as well say hi by sharing something I've written. It is still a work in progress, true, and I'm not sure whether it should go in BIP or here, so I figure I'll play it safe and post here. Comments appreciated. It's still very much a work in progress.

Jailbreak.

It happened one morning with a crash and a bang,
Two prisoners turned loose upon the land
One quick of mind and other of hand.
They fled 'cross country bound by the arm.

After days of close calls and daring escapes
it seemed they'd got out for good
with combined talents securing their food
Together they left to a safer land.

Cross border they flew from the arm of the law
once there they scarce believed what they saw.
Paradise lay glittering under the sun-
But where it lay they could not agree.

For one looked at land untouched by man
Deep forests of plentiful lumber
And all manner of nature laid out to plunder.
Here he could build his home.

The other looked out at jungles, wild.
At a filthy place of untamed beasts,
At thankless labor and shallow sleep-
A swift death for him.

This one turned and saw his land.
A town of fools with money to spare
A place with drugs to remove his cares.
And a warm bed and a meal each night.

His companion looked on with a feeling of terror.
He saw the things from which he fled-
A place with laws that left a soul dead.
Or perhaps stuck in another jail instead!

Eventually the pair were found again.
Two skeletons maintained in upright pose-
Grinning skulls touching nose to nose.
And broken rope lay on the ground below.
I had an existential crisis and all I got was this stupid gender.