The Village -- Musician

He woke up in middle of the night
And struck his bow to his fiddle
He woke up all his neighbors
And the babes he wanted to diddle

The sounds emerged weird and strange
Like the sounds of a dying cat
But he was shameless like a whore
And he laid out his hat

On his door, then people banged
Begging him to stop
But he was an aural terrorist
With hair like a dirty mop

"Put coin in my hat
Beer at my door
So I can get my funk
Take your whining asses
To the Mayor
Cuz I don't give a fuck"

The musician was a fool
To fuck with people needing sleep
They ripped him into pieces
And went back to counting sheep

They found his broken fiddle
Right next to his broken bones
The musician was a lonely fucker
And so he died alone

The Village -- Mother

Mother, oh mother
am I still sinless enough
to be called your son?
is there still some water
in the well of your love
or has it dried too
like the tears from your eyes

Mother, oh mother
i come to you on my knees
begging begging, begging
please
won't you look me for a moment
mother, your son is thirsty

Mother, oh mother
my bones are broken
my skin is pierced
my blood is leaking from my skin
mother, please forgive my sin

Mother, oh mother
i did everything you said
i killed and killed and killed some more
i killed when i didn't want
i killed when i wasn't sure
mother please don't turn away
please

The Village -- Monster

That thing rose up from a bog
It looked like a super stinky dog
Three eyed, eight legged, mouth full of teeth
You'd smell hell, if you felt it breathe

It shook the poison off its skin
Spraying the bog with unholy sin
The drops sank in where they fell
Rotting things back into hell

It smelled the fresh meat up in village
And calmly it padded forth to pillage
Hope, faith, love, and all things nice
But all of them would not suffice

To fill the hunger in its belly
The beast of souls, trod out all smelly
It crunched through the trees and the logs
Into the village, where people loved eating dogs

The Village -- Maiden

She hid her honor from the world
But spread her legs like a scissor
In the privacy of her barn
Where her lover came,
To meet her

She was the apple of the eye
Of every boy in the village
But she bit a different apple
Much too supple
For her age

With eyes that held secrets
And lips that were wet
Her beauty was a sunset
That no fucker
Could ever forget

But they found out
Found her secret
Caught her in the barn
With her lover
Thus...it was over

But for her it was all fine
As her last wish
She said, "In a single grave
Bury us in a 69."

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Poem 2, is a fuck you to the world, even in death.

The Village -- Murderer

the children are running through the streets
there is an execution in the great hall tonight
they'll hang the murderer by his neck
to comfort the murdered's plight

they found her body in the sewers
rats had eaten her eyes
the found the murderer in a bar
and they beat the truth from his lies

he had met her on a soft afternoon
they had done things that men and women do
but then the beast had taken over
what then happened was nothing new

he broke her neck in his big hands
then he cried near her corpse
he thought drink would dull his senses
but only murder he spoke

so come, let's go to the big hall
mother father brother all
let's watch that sister fucker hang
his sin is big, but punishment small

we'll cut his corpse to pieces
defile it in ways unimaginable
he'll pay for his sins in afterlife
after all, we're all animals

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New series of poems. Will be writing on this in between regular poems. This is the first, there are more planned.

As always, thanks for reading.

rare

finding love isn't easy
there is loads you need to do
you need to be strong and ready
before love finds you

plan ahead, rent a storage space
to keep love there once you find it
buy a lock made of sturdy steel
a locked door is better than a closed pit

some people travel far and wide
to search places where love can hide
they look and see to catch a sight
of this strange animal hiding in fright

love is a scaredy cat with sharp claws
love doesn't know fairness or any laws
love is a battlefield with bodies burning
love is a journey with no hope of returning

so when you go to find love, my love
carry your knives, swords and your gun
love is war every step of the way
did someone say it'd be fun?

it's gonna be tough to find love and hunt it down
but one day you will and then you'll turn around
by what you see, promise me, you won't get scared
when love finds you, the pain would be rare

Whale song

Uh, I wrote this whole poem about a poem called the whale song
But my phone ate that poem
So, well, my dear, let's go meta on this beta
Because since when did any of us care about some invincible rules
Of rhyme and meter and phonetics and such
We were never the kinds to give a fuck
Anyhow, as I was saying
The poem was a question about what whales do when they're in mood for mating
Out in the deep blue, there are no apps for dating
Do whales get horny and feel love struck
After all day of swimming even whales need to fuck
So the whales sing their song
Even if it takes too long
Till they get a ping back
From another whale in mood for a love snack
Maybe Aquaman should do something
Open a mating school for fish
Cuz, sir, I for one
Would pay to watch whales kiss