Gasoline ManA Poem by CarmenBased on a childhood memory- collab with FatumiThey 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 |
Stats
119 Views
Added on January 22, 2015 Last Updated on January 22, 2015 AuthorCarmenColumbus, OHAboutOn my way to becoming a better writer. An aspiring journalist. more..Writing
|