bureaucracy cull
a death by a thousand cuts ~
slasher slash and burn
***
Step by step - you follow me.
Step by step - I count to three.
Step by step - let's make a bet:
I'll give you a prise you won't forget.
One - I run down corridor.
Two - then, hide behind a door.
Three - I have no place to flee.
What is now supposed to be?
The count is out - of course, no doubt,
I have no one to blame but me.
No one will hear my helpless shout,
No soul will see my graceless plea.
Step by step - you hold a knife.
Step by step - no place to hide.
Step by step - you caught me, then
I won't play with you again.
Wow that was a good one or was it number twelve?
Why is it that my inner critic sounds so much like Mark Imortell?
That’s the animal mint I’d guess
Just a loft in the spirits to put me in a slightly
twisted sort of perspective
and while I’m on the subject, can we please bring filth back as a contronym?
I just love the way that I can use it to describe a choclate brownie fudge sundae
or a slasher horror movie with hory teenagers in the woods
it’s filth
and somehow it defies all definition…
Decadence
somehow
synonomus
Halloween carols ring growth and gore,
setting off those shivers on repeat;
They end with a scream forevermore;
Enough to make your skull hit the floor,
dressed as a slasher all nice and neat;
Halloween carols ring growth and gore;
Echoing even through a closed door,
their chorus a loud hum down the street;
They end with a scream forevermore;
Nature’s masquerade you can’t ignore,
red leaves split into morbid deceit;
Halloween carols ring growth and gore;
To serenade with songs of horror
maintain rhythm stay light on your feet;
They end with a scream forevermore;
Always looking back for what’s in store
lost in that ageless hook ‘Trick or treat’;
Halloween carols ring growth and gore,
they end with a scream forevermore.
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear would rise he’d rebuke;
He was a violent slasher in a movie;
Devoted slave of what is high society
wielding a steel dagger that he took;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
The wifi connection was so spotty;
Unable to handle a common fluke,
he was a violent slasher in a movie;
Stealthy with the aid of technology
without it it’s hard to be a crook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
All of this made his frail nerves crazy,
no phone no power he would puke:
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
the murder weapon rather bougie.
The reflex of ego is to go toe to toe with evil
the more mental bloodshed the better...
But ego is a sloppy plodder with ill-conceived plans.
its artwork is far from perfected.
Too often the victory is short lived.
and ego - easily detected.
Evil will always come back around.
The circle is its favorite shape.
Endless nothingness- its favorite sound.
It's better to let the big cat do your dirty work.
it's been tracking down evil since time was an infant.
The big cat is steady-stealthy-methodical-star silent.
Until the final pounce.
A quick bite to its fat neck
will bring evil to the ground.
Since the big cat is undetectable and evil-ignorant...
it won't ever know what bit it.
It will be forever hamstrung and never circle back.
For the big cat karma is a circle slasher...
Do commission her to paint your next revenge.
Student Procrastinator
Grammar
Crammer
Multiple Casino Guy
Scrambler
Gambler
Casino Loser
Lamer
Gamer
A Playboy’s Malady
Fun guy
Fungi
Slasher in Prison
Knifer
Lifer
April 27, 2021
Friday
Why pray
Thirteenth
Heard scream
Warning
Scorning
Drug use
Smug youths
Jason
Lays in
Waiting
Baiting
Silent
Violent
Slasher
Catch her
Smash in
Slash skin
Alice
Callous
Voorhees
Your seized
Fight back
Knife hack
Behead
Sheer dread
It’s dead
Wrists bled
Weary
Teary
Night mare
Fight scared
Sequel
Lethal.
By
David Kavanagh
SCARY RHYME
Walking on talking screaming boards
Throat gurgling blood slashed from behind
Repugnance revulsion bodies ignored
Frightmovie disgust shocker fear combine
What's it to you zombie slasher mayhem
Apocalyptic phobia fear affright scared frighten
Bizarre ballerina bloodcurdling cemetery eerie incandescent
Enchanted evil eyeballs fluorescent,electroluminescent
Cut your throat
A killer's joke
Crown chilling ghoulish glittered beings
Morbid moonlit mysterious mausoleum
Mysterious midnight nightmare crest
Phantasm phantom poltergeist
Wizardry wicked wizardry Satan watch
Limbs dangling daunts
Tangled bloody bodies cry find
Symbolic SCARY RHYME
10/04/18
For Scary Or Spooky Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
She screamed honey honey
Come see rats
He rushed for a slasher
ready to terminate descendants Muroidea
And sons of rodent
Where honey where
The the rat killer asked standing like superman
The woman shouted here here
The man asked under sheets?
The woman said yes honey yes
Rats in sheets
Rattus rattus honey
Come kill Rattus rattus
Her eyes were now blazing fire
And the man understood
He crawled like spider-man
Not to scare the muroid rodents away
His hand lay on the cotton mouse
And she started screaming again
Kill it Honey Kill it
He shot seven plus six plus two plus...
And her classical swine fever faded away
As all rats ran into their honeysuckle
Till she screams again
Rats Rats Ratter
I was holding my slasher In the cold wet season
That's what we call it here
Then i saw his head coming from the east
Like the morning sun rising from sleep
Wounded like a might hunter
He stood head to toe
With a spear in his right hand
And a fruits in his left
The defeat on democracy was on his face
His begging spirit was gone
The story of disease no more
I saw Africa stand
All villagers came
To witness walking houses
With four balls rolling on the ground
Made by this great giant
He was no longer trembling as he spoke
We had his voice speak to our souls
We once down trodden
But now we arise
We looked as though cursed
But blessed we stand
We walked as dependents
But today we give
He spoke with Charisma and we all
Shouted
Yes Africa we rise
To change the world we live in
Africa we stand tall
To impact souls
To impart morals
To claim our heritage
As we mentor the worlds
That breast fed us for millenniums
Today
The Man, Africa
Stands and will never fall
The monster is overwhelming my every thought of action,
to hurt or kill someone i never took it to mind as a slasher.
It hurts inside to even think about it,
but the monster i got inside will never donate.
This is such ********, i cant even think strait,
all the darkness and evil around me feels like an earthquake.
I cant breath, i cant eat, i cant think,
cant do nothing but get on my knees like a freak.
A freak of nature is what i am,
i cant wait till the day i get up off my knees and be a man.
A man that my mother wanted me to be,
but by the looks of these circumstances i'm fading away to quick.
I need to let this monster go away from my soul,
because the only salvation is in Christ alone.
I relieve you monster of your duties to the satin,
so leave me alone and let me breath again like a kreatin.
when I
a rock-chucking stick-slasher
patch-monger
was
there was a waterless
well
where we would await sprites and goblins in ambush
shoe-lace lariats
piles of rock for cannonade
this and all all the angels
at bay
for there is nothing gay grisly meaner than
restless
idleness
caked with efflorescing dandelions
raging raiding sun