Vincent

Parody of Tim Burton's Vincent

Vincent Malloy has reached eighteen now,

He’s never quite right and does all he’s not allowed.

For a boy his age, he’s lost his marbles and dice,

But he still wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He now minds living with his sister, dog and cats,

And wastes his time fighting ghosts with baseball bats.

He wanders dark hallways alone and tormented,

While his thoughts slur off to things less cemented.

The walls close in on him, but he doesn’t mind,

Nothing phases him anymore, not this time.

He use to experiment on his dog Abercrombie,

In hopes of creating a horrible zombie,

But now his poor puppy has run away,

He’s off to London for life as a stray.

But reality to Vincent is starting to fade,

And he still reads constantly to pass the days.

While other young children read Go, Jane, Go,

Vincent’s favorite author has always been E A Poe.

He’s memorized each poem’s every line,

And can retell all Poe’s stories at the drop of a dime.

He digs out graves to make sure the hosts are dead,

Unaware that the graves were merely flowerbeds.

Soon his mother sent Vincent off to his room,

He felt he’d been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his days,

Alone with his invisible friends to reenact plays.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,

Vincent’s mother suddenly burst into the room,

“If you want you can go out with your friends today.

It’s really quite nice and a pity to waste away.”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak,

The long hours of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out a paper and scrawled with a pen,

“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again.”

His mother said, “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead,

These pills that you take should fix your head.

You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy.

You’re not that tormented, now be a good boy.”

“You’re eighteen years old, but you’re still young,

I want you to go out and have some real fun.”

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,

While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, the walls shiver and creak,

His horrid insanity had reached it’s peak.

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie dog slave,

And heard all those people call from the grave.

The yelling reached volumes Vincent just couldn’t stand,

While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,

Swept madly echoing in laughter and terrified screams.

To escape the madness, he reached for the door,

But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

As they reached him his voice was soft and very slow,

As he quoted one last time his beloved E A Poe;

“And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted"Nevermore!”

Author's Note

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