Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
The Cover-Up
I french kissed
A snake.
It was a little freaky,
But not really for me.
So I roasted it over
A lovely bonfire.
To make sure it told no one
Of my deviance.
I put it in the freezer.
Unplugged the damned thing…
Then went out of town
For a month.
When I returned,
The police were there.
“The smell,” said the neighbors.
“Oh gods, the smell.”
Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
February 16, 2006
About 4:35 p.m.
A snake.
It was a little freaky,
But not really for me.
So I roasted it over
A lovely bonfire.
To make sure it told no one
Of my deviance.
I put it in the freezer.
Unplugged the damned thing…
Then went out of town
For a month.
When I returned,
The police were there.
“The smell,” said the neighbors.
“Oh gods, the smell.”
Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
February 16, 2006
About 4:35 p.m.
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