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During a slow work day, I was bored and decided to write a number of stories/poems. This is one of the many :
Derek
Dirty and deserted, Derek is a derelict.
Desperate for dumplings, Derek dives into the dreck,
Disdained by all, Derek is deemed the dregs of the district,
Drenched in his stinkness, his dumpy appearance makes him distinct
Drunken Derek was one day disturbing the peace,
Doomed to disgrace, he was swiftly put in his place,
Demarcated by all, the denizens decided that death would
be fitting for dear Derek
One day he was found with a dent in his head,
Two bullets between the eyes, he was shot dead,
Treated like a dog, the disgusting corpse was discarded
before it decimated the indigenous with disease
Derek's story is done, the destitute dunce didn't have a chance;
The Townfolk's eyes were as dry as the desert not paying him a
second glance.
Dirty and deserted, Derek is a derelict.
Desperate for dumplings, Derek dives into the dreck,
Disdained by all, Derek is deemed the dregs of the district,
Drenched in his stinkness, his dumpy appearance makes him distinct
Drunken Derek was one day disturbing the peace,
Doomed to disgrace, he was swiftly put in his place,
Demarcated by all, the denizens decided that death would
be fitting for dear Derek
One day he was found with a dent in his head,
Two bullets between the eyes, he was shot dead,
Treated like a dog, the disgusting corpse was discarded
before it decimated the indigenous with disease
Derek's story is done, the destitute dunce didn't have a chance;
The Townfolk's eyes were as dry as the desert not paying him a
second glance.