Taken Over

Taken Over

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

As the story goes

nobody really knows

exactly what became of the star

Day after Day

So many words to say

found him retreating to a bar

 

There in a booth

all alone and so uncouth

sat a bloak acting as a relative

With finally a chance

at an expensive romance

all it took was a superlative

 

So he crept closer

manuevering like a bulldozer

All intentions were ill

Now up personal and close

There was sure to be a dose

something to take away his will

 

They chatted for a while

gave the necessary smile

Then was a slight stumble and fall

But the type of bar they were in

required no unusual sin

somebody's back was always up against the wall

 

He made it a point

to help him smoke a joint

Oh the joy this day has brung

But as he was about to deceive

He just couldn't believe

his plan was spoiled to see him hung

 

Wires not of desire

possessed his chest on fire

his fingers were tagged and bound

As police surrounded the car

he knew he wouldn't get far

the trunk was where dangers were found

 

As still as a goose

his bowels now were loose

what was this perpetrator to do

Reflecting on why he did it

made him want to spit

He thought his kind should be in a zoo

 

Coming out of a faked daze

waving through the haze

He apologized for leading him on

But as evil as evil was

He still kinda enjoyed his buzz

until he realized his life was almost gone

 

Serpico, as some called him

Though today his future seems dim

He goes where the wind blows

Now as part of his nature

available database and nomenclature

a new victim no one knows

 

 

© 2010 TTBoy28


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Added on September 23, 2010
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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

Atlanta, GA



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The truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..

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