The Omen; Not the MovieA Poem by Einstein Noodlea collaboration between Mattevelli and Einstein Noodle
I chose the place and yet
My freedom is not met. An omen moved next door you see; Chagrined the hope in me He seemed alright at first, but life's become the worst. That morning music shreds my dreams and drowns exhausted screams. And when I leave for work, I offer him a smirk. He walks his dog on my side lawn and waves, with no clothes on. the garbage piling high'r, I wish his funeral pyre. I never get such luck in life, here comes ten kids and wife. The look of them all ten, presumed a brooding hen, but she was more up top than that. I looked and looked again. The diesel fumes explode from trucks and cars and pets. the worst of it remains undone the relatives have come I lay awake all night, nightmarish dreams and fright along with crashing breaking sounds; now stench of green abounds The mower that I'd lent returned with a wheel bent. And that same day my cat was shaved. Who could be so depraved? Those kids keep setting fires and someone stole my tires. I've set a chair with a clear view to catch what next they'll do. clattering trucks of fire and opus deranged the climate of my scopus. an omen moved in next door you see with gaping mouth i stood the gendarmes closing fast batons ..........a' whirling twirling ......... whirling damn they've come for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Mattevelli and Einstein Noodle
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