Joker Gone WildA Poem by Mario Vitaleit was 1893 in a mental institution by the sea there was locked in a zombie of a man let the reader understandit was 1893 in a mental institution by the sea there was locked in a zombie of a man let the reader understand yet he had an ingenious plan to escape through a trapped ceiling door making his way on one cold frightful night onto the streets of London the air was brisk yet had a tint of fog but yet he drifted as a log sucking the necks of virgins in their midnight apparel infecting them with his deadly venom cause he was not of this earth after all one day a child was conceived from the rape that was put on a woman the young lass had hairy as a Wolverine & tongue that was green shaken inside the man had no place to hide until he went into the cemetery now he felt at home with his head next to a stone they used to put bells on the toes so that if they were alive it would ring a funeral director took the man by the stone and drapped him with cloth having a bell attached...
suddenly the bell rang and the director met his fate as if he was bait sucking the blood the zombie man disappered into the night many years had passed still having every reason to grasp this time the young child Wolverine was a full grown man locked away inside an institution alone until one night he was greeted by his long lost pappy taking him down from the ceiling trapped door to explore once again this time with a fiddle in his hand let the reader understand the time away the zombie man made a deal with the devil to stay out of trouble together at last there was a zombie family happy as can be for the rest is left out in sweet history. © 2017 Mario Vitale |
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Added on November 13, 2017 Last Updated on November 13, 2017 AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more.. |

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