Bash You Down


why are you here? why are you calling me?

why is this resentment rising in my chest whenever I see you now?

I can't even talk to you.

I have talked to you of my dreams, dreams that envolved you.

oh goodness, here you come again with that grin on your face.

You're a clown, I'm the Queen and you are here, my jester, make me laugh.

Hey, hand me that club you are juggling. Come stand before your Queen.

Let me bash your brains out with this here club and put you out of your misery.

Put me out of my misery.

You're foolish and you are clumsy, an aof.

I bash you and whack you but still you won't die!

I know this sounds silly, and yes. It is. but you are more than silly. You could be more than stupid for all I know, but I don't want to know you more then I have to.


Bloody Jester.

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vipervenomnu's picture

hey!!! Did you know that i'm in a circus! WEIRD isn't it? I juggle and I walk on globes and tightwire. Not that this has anything to do with your poem. I like how your train of thought dances from one thing to another but never really leaves the track. Nice job, keep it up!