Old City Cemetary

As uncaring as you can get

Without losing consciousness

Vandalizing tombstones

For shits and giggles

Must be a Gothic thing

Attack of the black cotton

Lace and piercing wearing

Acne-scarred batwing tatooed

Too cool to sleep nights fetishizing

Historically depraved freakheads

Who haven't ever had a bounty

Of twenty five hundred dollars on their heads

Destruction 'til dawn thing

Or perhaps Joey's been on crystal

Up for seventeen days with demons

Got tired of beating and raping

His adoring girlfriend

Got the messages again the voices

The layout of the cemetary is a reciever

The beautiful tombs multiplying the signals

From beyond reality it's gotta stop

Does another line fucking changes it,  man

Makes the voices stop,  man

Thankless kind of thing

A shame and now someone is being haunted

By more than just the law


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is a reaction to a cemetary vandalism that happened in sacramento.  Some
IDIOTS pushed over quite a few headstones and caused much damage.  Way bad karma, maaaan...

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prodigal_prince's picture

Yo, I'm really diggin' this piece right here. I can't believe someone would actually be that heartless. I mean, vandalizing a cemetary is on some straight gothic type level. Keep spittin' it yo.

Tha Prodigal One...


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Deborah E Russell's picture

Society clashing its head against the walls. Good drama here, too bad it isn't fantasy.