One Epic Poem
Contributed by
Zork
on
Sunday, 4th May 2008 @ 08:52:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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While walking the plank, The captain demanded a poem of me.
Before, on a seaweed shore, I was a cab driver, who hated the sea, I read "The Tempest", Laughed at them. I picked up a man at quarter to three, I asked where he was going, he said "Out to Sea!", I thought he was a drunk, I drove him to the aquarium, He got out to pay, Shoved a sword in my face. He took me on a ride through the slums downtown, Took me to the wharf where the water turned brown, Introduced me to the crew, Who beat me on the deck, They threw me in a cell, For two weeks I cried, "What can I now see, in the abysm of time?"
I'm floating alone now, The captain is gone, Floating all the way back, To my open cab door.
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2008-05-04 08:52:16] (Date/Time posted on
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