Five Minutes In HellA Poem by MarkI rarely write specifically for a contest, but this one intrigued me...AND I realized I'd never processed my feelings about the b***h that turned my life inside-out!
FIVE MINUTES IN HELL
Toward Lake Pontchartrain I roll, Toward my former home, I stroll What’s this? A cop Asks me to stop; I.D.’d, then on my way…
Like none I’ve ever seen, the mess It leaves my heart in sore distress The door, in hall, Engrossed with all The stuff I used to play.
LP’s, a thousand; videos, too Now Giz, I guess, it’s just me and you-- A ton of stuff, Was never enough From my mud-bound arena!
I swear I’ve never seen a More horrific sight, nor meaner Than what met my eye The day that I Bade adieu to that b***h, Katrina!
Mark Teague 3-19-09 © 2009 MarkFeatured Review
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18 Reviews Added on March 19, 2009 Last Updated on March 23, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorMarkLas Vegas, NVAboutWriting, for me, has always been the friend who brought out the best in me, and who would never argue with me, except when necessary to point out my many obvious inconsistancies. Writing and.. more..Writing
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