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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