Hey! It's some Godawful poem I wrote last week, found it in my notepad just now, and seeing as I have writers block I thought I'd post this poorly expressed social commentary. Enjoy!
MAUDLIN GARDENS
Outside the old house
With the window;
The one with the wooden boards
It cannot shield the view of raging hordes
Of children with blood in their eyes
Who taunt the girls of virgin cries
In the rain soaked glowing awe
At the gates of Maudlin Gardens
All the music in the world
Cannot save the lonely ghouls
Who burn the flags and skip the schools
But it doesn't matter,
Because they'll die soon enough
Just for being so bloody rough
And then their mothers will wonder why
And they might just cry
(But I doubt it)
Sycophantic lacky's cry
"Murder 'im!"
And he does. . .
And the hills are alive with evil cries
As the blood is spilt
In the flowerbed of Maudlin Gardens