Oppsing skills

story poem

Opposing skills

 

A brilliant man a polymath

 but nonetheless a psychopath

Who thought he had the right to kill.

 

His reign of terror just begun

He killed his victims just for fun.

To exercise his sovereign will.

 

He terrorised the city streets

with his all too frequent repeats.

He seemed to need the added thrill.

 

Of being caught quite possibly.

and so he was eventually.

Or he would have been killing still.

 

He saw his hobby as an art.

Something that would set him apart.

And he was right it did until

 

he chose a victim to attack

 A victim who could fight back.

a lady who possessed great skill

 

She was a martial arts expert

Though she intended him great hurt

She made quite certain not to kill.

 

He spends his life in a wheel chair

 Complaining that is was unfair.

He had a quota to fulfil.

 

Although he is strictly confined

in a cell specially designed

Definitely not run of the mill.

 

To hold this twisted genius

aware that he’s still dangerous.

His one ambition is to kill.

 

The heroine that broke his back.

He lives and relives that attack

I have no doubt he always will.

 

I don’t think he has realised

the fact that he is paralysed

He cannot walk and never will.

 

Poetic justice some might say

 to keep him safely locked away.

Who calls the tune must pay the bill.

 

Tuesday, 08 December 2009

http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

It is sweet medicine to masses isnt it?