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I wrote a shitty poem for my Creative Writing class.
The Orchard
Excuse me, sir, I’m desperate here. Could you spare me some attention?
I know it’s almost midnight but I have the best intentions.
Allow me to explain myself; my name is Henry Blue,
I live down past the orange grove on Old Route 52.
I’ve a wife and four kids, the oldest almost twelve.
The first-born is a girl and the last-born is as well.
We moved down by the orange grove just three short years ago,
Hoping for some solitude and a little room to grow.
I can see you’re wondering what’s brought me to your home
And why my clothes are soaked and clinging to my bones.
Well you see, sir, God talked to me today
And explained all the reasons why I had to go away.
When I woke up in the morning, my wife was fast asleep,
But I could hear her start to mumble and gently begin to weep.
He spoke to me through the presence of her form.
Told me not to worry, it would all be over soon.
I leaned in to kiss her and whispered my goodbye
As I placed a pillow over her, heard her muffled cries.
Please, sir, let me finish before you cast me aside,
I promise you I’m harmless; I wouldn’t hurt a fly.
If you’ll just give me a few more minutes of your time,
I’ll explain the reason why my family had to die.
Well next I found my children mumbling as well.
Told them I heard God and we would all be saved from Hell.
One by one I drowned them, cured them of their sins,
And buried them in the orange grove next to all their kin.
You see, God told me not to let them fall away,
That the end was coming and in death they would be safe.
Now here I am to save you from the night that’s soon to come,
Please, sir, the quicker that you listen to me the sooner I’ll be done.
The Orchard
Excuse me, sir, I’m desperate here. Could you spare me some attention?
I know it’s almost midnight but I have the best intentions.
Allow me to explain myself; my name is Henry Blue,
I live down past the orange grove on Old Route 52.
I’ve a wife and four kids, the oldest almost twelve.
The first-born is a girl and the last-born is as well.
We moved down by the orange grove just three short years ago,
Hoping for some solitude and a little room to grow.
I can see you’re wondering what’s brought me to your home
And why my clothes are soaked and clinging to my bones.
Well you see, sir, God talked to me today
And explained all the reasons why I had to go away.
When I woke up in the morning, my wife was fast asleep,
But I could hear her start to mumble and gently begin to weep.
He spoke to me through the presence of her form.
Told me not to worry, it would all be over soon.
I leaned in to kiss her and whispered my goodbye
As I placed a pillow over her, heard her muffled cries.
Please, sir, let me finish before you cast me aside,
I promise you I’m harmless; I wouldn’t hurt a fly.
If you’ll just give me a few more minutes of your time,
I’ll explain the reason why my family had to die.
Well next I found my children mumbling as well.
Told them I heard God and we would all be saved from Hell.
One by one I drowned them, cured them of their sins,
And buried them in the orange grove next to all their kin.
You see, God told me not to let them fall away,
That the end was coming and in death they would be safe.
Now here I am to save you from the night that’s soon to come,
Please, sir, the quicker that you listen to me the sooner I’ll be done.