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Peasant: A parody
Amber drunk eyes, and speckled skin. His arms poked from the stranger’s extra-terrestrial bag.
Where were the X-files?
He let me confiscate and search his bag. I noticed this guy, he
Was bleeding over my shoes
Yup, there’s the evidence.
There’s a peasant, delicious malt ball to the heart, and I thought
“What are you doing with this?!”
The peasant must have died in a rainbow,
Cause damn, he was colorful.
And he had a feather in his hat.
It reminded me of my brother, who died
Shot in a back alley of L.A.
Except that it was Disneyland
And he wasn’t shot, someone just ran over him
In a golf cart?
Kids are stupid.
So, I looked at this guy with a poor person sticking from his
Mysteriously expandable bag, and I asked him
“So, you a serial killer,
Or are you just trying to get rid of poverty, like a czar?”
He shrugged. “I have good marksmanship.”
I stared at him “What are you playing here, the most dangerous game?” we waited…
A cow crossed our path. The peasant’s cow
And it mourned the loss of its owner
As only future hamburger meat could.
He died with frozen fingers around a plow
He fits into this old man’s bag
And it’s smaller than my backpack?!
Time to stop crying
And start living
Because I’m obviously
Not going to Disney again.