Derek

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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.
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Bunraku

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I can picture this being a twisted child story book. All that's missing are the playful pastel drawings.

Nice. Do you have any more?
 
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Solipsistic girl thinks she is the centre of the world,
Engulfed in vainglorious actions and emotional twirls,
Look at me! The desperate wench exclaims for attention,
It's a pity that her beauty will fade at the age of collection -
The consolation prize that people call a pension

Flashing cameras stifle her face,
As she saturates the place with her irrational tirades;
What a nutcase.

Oh honey! Oh cupcake! says the paladin who has no shame,
The coquette adorns herself to enjoy her ever-shrinking minutes of fame

What is sad is that she thinks she is unique
With her ambiguous statements sprinkled with baby speak

One day her antics will be met by stony stares and cold people who remain frozen,
As her worldview shatters before her eyes: she was always a dime a dozen.
 
Bunraku

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More !

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I found it.

Phenomenological phenotypes mixed and mismatched,
Creating distinctly different races where throughout the world they are dispatched,
Furiously fused to create the different shades and hues,
An ode to humanity as I converse with my muse.
 
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The burning scriptures will be etched in the minds of the multitudes with resounding prose and flaming pictures

The light of the fiery spirit will strip the pollutants from the elect,
So they may face their maker with shining pride; Upright with spines erect.

Others not ordained by the Lord will continue to exist in sinful discord,
Living in primitive carnality that only the lost can afford.

Raucously, the ravenous Ravens will squak and peck,
Their cacophony is ignored, their status is of the reject

Injected with the power of the heavenly ghost,
Annihilated would be those who need it the most.
 
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One more for the night.

All ye hear! His glowering stare will strike harrowing fear in the peasantry,
The nape of their neck house towering hairs that stand unpleasantly

Caput goes their heads; Persues-esque, he cleaves clean the Medusian countenance

A pile of bodies now dead; A shining crimson town now feeds Mother Terra its vital sustenance.
 
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Jester cackling and hackling walking towards the bar,
"Oi, get yer bleeding joking foolishness and take it very far!"
"H'what!? Y art thou so grumpy,sir barkeep?" he replied.
"Yer stinking slippy routine would make a tombstone weep" barkeep denied.

Jester went on his way, at least in the land of milk and honey his heavenly father would find him very funny.

The fates were not so kind in the corporeal,
For Jester had the opposite of what we'd call mass appeal.

The flatulence of an old salty sailor would assuredly get a chuckle,
Whilst Jester's whimsical antics would catch him a knee to the moose knuckle.

Why does the Jester incite such fury?
One would need the magistrate, judge and jury.

For the verdict is nigh on the obnoxious fool,
Verily, it would surprise no one if he were found in a bloody pool.

I think i'll call this asinine comedy
 
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Turned frigid the love which was locked in her core,
Her crystalline heart is mine no more,
Glacier languidly floating in the north sea,
Our once unbreakable union just now a reverie...

The biting frost blows unforgiving at the poles;
The silent night may be still, but the atmosphere is cold.

Dazed and disenchanted, no rain falls in these icy lands;
The freezing tundra yearns for her tender smile and warm soft hands.

Mayhap the day will come when the Sun melts the snow,
I may not have shown it, but I loved you more than you will ever know.
 
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