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The Spawn

24 Mar
One dim December afternoon
all tuckered, sore, and spent,
returned to my warm sleeping room
& begged my mind to quit its gloom
to smoke and bath, I went

unwrapped my little green cigar
& stretched out in the tub
the bath ran hot, the door ajar
saw my hairs, near and far,
yet, cleaner than the Club

a trance-like state came over me,
the water boiled me red–
the pungent smoke curled 'round and free,
my mind found its serenity,
and sweat poured from my head

then a sight so strange appeared
a bug crawled in the door
this event must sound absurd
slinking entered, my blood to curd
it slid across the floor

I jumped & bumped my woozy head
in startled, shocked surprise,
I stared upon the thing in dread
wished it smashed, completely dead
thus, vanished from my eyes

but fixing me, with its cunning gaze
it spoke in squeaky tones
'Dear Sir, why does your mind amaze,
to glare at me through this thick haze,
as if I were unknown?'

'is it because I own these feet
about ten-thousand plus?
or, that you fear what I excrete,
may enter into what you eat
that fills you with disgust?'

Never have I spoken back
to a 'thing' so arrogant,
but crunch and flush, my routine act–
instead, I came to interact
with this nightmarish ant

'You'd better hide under the rug
in places quite concealed,
for if I come out of this tub
I'll mash you like a common bug
until you're quite congealed.'

replying with a cautious voice
the wormy thing said, 'Wait!'
think before you make your choice
it will not cause you to rejoice
to show your inner state.'

You seem to be all filled with hate
unaware of your own vileness,
since you are human, you think you're great
you came into this world late–
so you are not "Your Highness"  '

at this, I side looked to the john
at the brush behind the tank,
and as this thing went on and on
I planned how I would waste this spawn
for I thought it far too frank

Suspecting that I meant it harm
it continued the diatribe,
& mocked me sore without alarm,
& I admit, I felt its charm,
my shame I could not hide

I interjected, calm and cool
to get a word in edgewise
'You think that I'm a stupid fool,
and that I've never been to school?
you're only here to chastise!'

It stopped right then and said no more
'cause I whacked it with the brush,
its body parts lie on the floor
its ugly tone became a bore,
so I did it in a rush

it left a stained spot on the tile
reminds me day and night
that even if a thing is vile,
& speaks with an offensive style–
don't quash it when it's right!
 
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Posted by on March 24, 2022 in Poetry

 

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