I Met a Man Named Bullshit Brown

I Met a Man Named Bullshit Brown

A Poem by Dan Simpson
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A man dabbling in his own insanity.

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I met a man named Bullshit Brown

He came from a place named Trustme Town

“Hey what’s up Bullshit Brown?”

“Would you like a seat? Please sit down”

He told me stories of Trustme Town

And slipped his poison without a frown

He is quite subtle I’ll give him that

But he won’t catch me, not under my hat!

I questioned his home with reasons in mind

But all I received was everything but kind

Disrespect seemed the order of the day

But f**k him! We do things my way!

Running through my mind was the colour of red

Then he slipped and fell and opened his head

“So it seems, Mr. Bullshit Brown, the tables have turned”

“But still you don’t frown?”

“There’s a secret you’re hiding, open the gate”

“I don’t know how much longer the world can wait”

His mouth remained shut, but his eyes unbound

Words never escaped, not a peep, not a sound

“Now don’t be selfish my dear Mr. Brown”

“Who knows what could happen to Trustme Town”

He opened his mouth and began to chatter

But the words that escaped, did not flatter

“Hey man, stop f*****g around”

“What do you mean the information can’t be found?”

He claimed to know no more than a little

Which put me in quite the pickle

Persuasion it might seem, would open the door

Not hardly a satisfaction for me to ignore

So many options to choose from, where to start?

Maybe a delicate stab or swift blow to his heart?

Wife? Children? I can’t decide on which?

Maybe pain would be his undying switch?

I better not dabble in my own accord

Such petty insolence I cannot afford

I do have vital business that I must observe

Its importance is greater than some trivial reserve

“It may seem my reasons, formally at hand”

“Have come to a halt and are now unjustly band”

“Hmmm what trouble you seem to persist”

“Mr. Bullshit Brown, why do you insist to resist?”

“I believe this is where your road comes to an end”

“What a pity, I thought you were becoming quite a friend”

“Hey! How you dare make me shed a tear!”

“ It’s a shame to see you, when death is so near”

I clasped my blade and with all my might

Swung it fiercely, knowing death was in sight!

Then the room went cold… not a sound could be heard

All was silent… my resolve… finally found a word

My name is Bullshit Brown

And I come from a place named Trustme Town

© 2013 Dan Simpson


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Added on January 16, 2013
Last Updated on January 16, 2013
Tags: poetry, horror, insanity, macrbre, schizophrenia, suspense, thriller

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Dan Simpson
Dan Simpson

Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa



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