Gasoline Man

Gasoline Man

A Poem by Carmen
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Based on a childhood memory- collab with Fatumi

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They say that the smell is what started it

That the fumes of it’s odor excited him

He was a nice guy they say but looking at him now

oh man…  what is that?


People run, and scream they try to turn the other way

“He’s crazy! He’s crazy!”

Never did I see him less than six feet away

My grandma always told me

“Don’t try to speak to him, he’s not right in the head!”


The glare in his eyes is a little bit scary

but that’s because all the fumes have made him wary

Gasoline they say

That’s how it started

all he had to do was simply spot it


He’d go around people’s cars with a hose on his hip

first he smelled it

then he took a sip

one and two and three

Did he really drink it?


Don’t know if it’s true but this one time he was doing

unspeakable things while he was on the roof

but we keep meeting, we keep crossing paths I’m starting to think that he’s really not that bad

Yes, he kinda smells

Yes, he’s pretty dirty

Yes he has a pretty nasty patch in his hair

But I think that he’s just a little lonely



© 2015 Carmen


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Added on January 22, 2015
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Carmen
Carmen

Columbus, OH



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