Final Sale

“ FINAL  SALE “

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THE  KINDEST FACE ….. AND  EYES  YOU  TRUST…….

BUT THE  FINAL  SALE ……. IS  THEIR  ONLY  LUST……..

THE  WARMEST  SMILES ……. AND  GENTLEST  TOUCH …..

NEVER  TOO  LITTLE ….. AND  NEVER  TOO  MUCH …….

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HER  FOOT’S   IN  THE  DOOR … MAY  WE  COME  IN …

HE  SHAKES  MY  HAND …. HOW  HAVE  YOU  BEEN …

IT’S  SOMETHING  YOU  NEED …. AND  CAN’T  LIVE  WITHOUT ….

SO  KIND  AND  SO  TRUE … GOOD  PEOPLE  NO  DOUBT…

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SHE  SAYS  IT’S  A  DEAL  … YOU  WON’T  WANT  TO  MISS …

THEN  IN  CHYMES  THE  MAN … I  HAVE  TO  INSIST …

 YOU  REALLY  MUST  BUY …. SHE  TOUCH’S   MY  KNEE …

TRUST  ME  DEAR  FRIEND ….. AS  HE  SMILES  AT  ME ….

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SO  I  SIGN  ON  THE  LINE …. THE  FIRST  OF  MY  SINS ….

AND  SLOWLY  THEIR  SMILES  … TURN  INTO  GRINNS …..

I  KNEW  RIGHT  AWAY …. I’D  JUST  BEEN  HAD …..

BUT  IT  WAS  TOO  LATE …. AND  I  START  TO  GO  MAD !!!!

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TWO  GOOD  SALESMEN …. THAT  MADE  A  GOOD  SALE ….

BUT  THEY  NEVER  LIVED … TO  TELL  OF  THE  TALE …

 THEY  HAD  NO  IDEA  ….  THEY’D  BOTH   END  UP  DEAD ….

FOR  NOW  THEY  LIE  BURIED ….  UNDER  MY  SHED …..

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RSL

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Nut House Blues

    “ NUT HOUSE BLUES “

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The funny farm… Aint that funny… When it’s late at Night… 

The walls get close… The air gets Thick… My chest starts feeling Tight…

People sneaking in my room… Pissing on the floor… 

Yelling Screaming, down the hall… But I can’t shut the Door

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I slow my breath another time… Just trying not to think…

But fear is running through my chest… What’s that fucking Stink…

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The Smell of Crazy in the Air… Women pulling at their Hair

Windows Closed with Metal Bars… People Staring at the Stars…

Nurse’s laughing… Doctor’s lying… people sighing… Woman crying…

Does anybody give a Crap… That woman’s ripping up his Back…

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 Guards are posted at the doors …. Blood stains on the dirty floors…..

Another night, there goes the light… Again my chest starts getting tight….

 I’ll have to do another night……. Just better keep the end in sight…….

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RSL

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On A Halloween’s Night In Twenty Fifteen

“ ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S NIGHT  IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN “

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ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S  NIGHT…… IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN …….

THE  LAST  TIME  ALIVE ……. I’D  EVER  BE  SEEN ……….

I’M  POWDERED  IN  SNOW ……. ON  A  BED  OF  ICE …….

  THAT’S  WHERE  I  PAID ………… THE  MAD  MANS  PRICE …….

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FOR  WITH  HIS  KNIFE ……… MY  THROAT  HE  SLIT…………..

AND  WITH  A  ROCK ………. MY  HEAD  HE  SPLIT………

AND  NOW  MY  BODY …… LIES  FROZEN  HARD ………

COVERED  IN  SNOW ….… IN  AN  ICEY  YARD …………

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ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S  NIGHT ……  IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN ……..

“  HAPPY  HALLOWEEN  YOU  ALL  “

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RSL

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A Hair’s Brush With Death

“  A  HAIR’S  BRUSH  WITH  DEATH  “

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A  BRUSH  WITH  DEATH ……..

IS  NO  CLOSE  CALL …….

WHEN  YOUR  HEART ……

BEGINS  TO  STALL ……

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SO  WHEN  SHE  CLAIMED …….

IT’S  MY  LAST  STRAW …..

I  KNOCKED  HER  HARD …..

ON  TO  THE  FLOOR ………

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BUT  WHEN  I  GRABBED  HER  ……

BY  THE  HAIR ….…

SHE  MET  ME  WITH  …..

AN  ICE  COLD  STARE ……

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   AND  WITH  BRUSH  IN  HAND …….

CARVED  TO  A  SPEAR ……

SHE  DROVE  IT  HARD ….

IN  TO ….. MY  EAR …..

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A  HAIR  BRUSH,  WITH  DEATH …..

 

RSL 

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The Man Who Bought The Farm

  “ THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE FARM “

He said a train, would come right through, our farm of 80 years …

But when he said, we’d have to leave, my Mary wept no tears …

He said he’d come, with lots of gold, and papers we would sign…

Then turned his back… and walked away… paying us no mind…

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Off to sleep my Mary went, her gown of tattered lace …

A funny twinkle in her eye’s, a smile on her face … 

I guess it must be time to go, the last words she had said …

For on the following morning, I found her cold and dead…

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 I wrap her in her favorite drapes… her pillow for her head…

I put her in a wheel barrel… and roll near the shed…

I dig a hole wide and deep… then sit to take a rest…

And as I turn… I see the man… In his fancy vest…

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He brought his gifts… as he said… three spikes of solid gold !

I sign his dirty paper work… and then the farm was sold…

What happened to your wife, he asks … I said, she died in bed…

Then I took that golden spike … And drove it in his head…

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I watch the blood run down his face… and on that fancy vest…

Then I took another spike… and stuck it in his chest…

Falling down … upon his face … I’m sure his world went black…

But then I took that final stake… and drove it in his back…

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I had to laugh… This man is dead… I know he meant no harm…

He was just a simple man…

The man… who bought… the farm…

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RSL

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GUILLOTINE

“ GUILLOTINE ”

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THAT  OLD  GUILLOTINE …. WAS  THE  END  OF  MY  ROAD ….

THE  IRON  JUDGE …. MY  DEEDS  HAD  SOWED ….

AND  BECAUSE  MY  CRIMES … HAD  BEGUN  TO  STACK ….

THE  OLD  MIGHTY  KING …. HAD  ME  LIE  ON  MY  BACK ….

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I  WATCHED  THE  OLD  BLADE ….. AS  IT  SLOWLY  CAME  DOWN ….

  DIRTY  WITH  RUST …..   BLOOD  STAINED  AND  BROWN ….

BUT  AS  I  SURRENDERED …. TO  THE  FINAL  ASAULT …..

THE  OLD  RUSTY  BLADE ….  SCREECHED  TO  A  HALT !!!

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SEEMS  MY  OLD  FRIEND ….. WITH  IT’S  BLOODY  OLD  BLADE ….

CHANGED  THE  DECISION …… THE  OLD  KING  HAD  MADE …..

 “YOU  MAY  GO  FREE” …. DECLARED  THE  OLD  KING ……

THEN  ALL  THE  GOOD  PEOPLE …. STARTED  TO  SING ….

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I  HAD  TO  LAUGH ……..  AT  THAT  STUPID  OLD  KING …….

AND  AS  I  KISSED  HIS  HAND …….  I  STOLE  HIS  RING  !!!

NOT  A  BAD  SCORE ….. BUT  I  HAD  BEEN  CAUGHT ….

FOR  THAT  OLD  KING …. WAS  QUICKER  THAN  I  THOUGHT !!!

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THIS  TIME  THE  BLADE ….. CUT  CLEAN  THROUGH  MY  NECK …

AS  I  SAW  MY  OWN  HEAD ….. BOUNCE  ONTO  THAT  DECK …..

IT  ROLLED  TO  A  STOP …. AS   I  PEERED  AT  THE  SKY …..

“OH  DEAR  GOD” …….. PLEASE  LET  ME  DIE !!!

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THEN  ALL  OF  THE  CHILDREN …..  GATHERED  AROUND ….

AND  KICKED  ME  ONTO …..  THE  GRASSY  OLD  GROUND …..

“KICK  IT  TO  ME” ….. I  HEAR  WITH  A  CRY ……

THEN  I  BLINK  TWICE ….. BUT  I  NEVER  DIE ……

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THIS  WAS  MY  HELL …..… FOR  MY  LIFE  OF  CRIME …….

AND  I’LL  ROT  IN  THE  BUSHES ……  TILL  THE   END  OF  ALL  TIME ….

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RSL

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Good Bye Love

    “ GOODBYE  LOVE “

  I knew she was, the one for me….. But it was never meant be…..

I couldn’t seem to treat her right …..  And screwed up nearly every night …..

And when she left me for that guy….. I thought that I would surely die …..

I tried to hide the endless pain ….. In fear that I would go insane …

    In a jealous rage by day …… That only drink could  take  away …

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Then when I saw them late that Night….. On that Bridge …. In a terrible a Fight !

I  looked away, and drove right by … Until I heard her … Scream and  Cry !!

I turned and saw her knocked to the ground….. Her eyes went blank … As she went down…..

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I filled with a rage I couldn’t contain….. From all those years of stuffing my pain…..

I thought for sure … That she had Died….. So I lifted him up … And over the Side !!!

He hit the rocks … With a terrible Sound…. Twisted and bloody in a horrible Mound …..

Then all of a sudden she’s up on her Feet…  I tried to explain … But I couldn’t Speak…..

She backed away… frightened and Spent… Looked over the edge … Then off She Went !!!

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I backed away …. In Dis-belief….. But in a strange way… I was filled with relief………

Sure the police, would come for me soon… But it’s been Ten years, the 1st of this June…

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RSL

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Arthur Wright’s Funeral Home

“ ARTHUR  WRIGHT’S  FUNERAL  HOME “

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IN  THE  HOUSE  OF  ARTHUR  WRIGHT … IN  THE  MIDDLE  OF  THE  NIGHT …

WHEN  EVERYONE  INSIDE  IS  DEAD…….

AND  ALL  THAT  LIVE  ARE  HOME  IN  BED………

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THEY’LL  BE  A  MARBLE  TABLE …  WHERE  MY  BODY  LIES …

AND  ARTIE’S  STANDING  OVER  ME …  GLUEING  DOWN  MY  EYES …

HE  LOOKS  ME  OVER  CLOSELY …  WITH  A  LITTLE  FROWN …

HE’S  IN  HIS  SHINEY  RUBBER  BOOTS …  AND  WEARS  A  PLASTIC  GOWN …

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 HE  SLIPS  THE  NEEDLE …  IN  MY  VEIN …  THEN  FLIPS  A  LITTLE  SWITCH …

AND  AS  MY  BODY  STARTS  TO  DRAIN …  HE  SMILES  AS  I  TWITCH …..

THEN  MY  BLOOD  BEGINS  TO  SPLASH …  INTO  HIS  PORCELAIN  SINK …

HE  WEARS  A  LITTLE  RUBBER  MASK ….. TO  KEEP  AWAY  MY  STINK …

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HE  PLUGS  MY  HOLES.. WITH  COTTON  WADS.. I  WOULDN’T  WANT  TO  LEAK …

THEN  FILLS  ME  WITH  FORMALDEHYDE …. MY  BODY  MUSTN’T  REEK …..

 A  PAPER  STACK ….  BENEATH  MY  BACK …. BROADENS  OUT  MY  CHEST …..

  ANOINTED  WITH …  A  COUPLE  OF  DROPS …  OF  MY  FAVORITE  ZEST ….

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JUST  A  LITTLE  MAKE-UP  NOW … AND  I’LL  BE  GOOD  TO  GO …

  AND  DAMN  I’M  LOOKING …  PRETTY  GOOD ! …. FOR  THE  FINAL  SHOW ….

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She wears crazy clothes

                        

  “ SHE  WEARS  CRAZY  CLOTHES “

She  wears  Crazy  Clothes …..

Dirty  feet ….. With  half  painted  Toes …..

Off  her  meds … She  drinks  bud  light …..

Same  old  cloths ….. Day  and  Night …..

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She  can  only  Scream  out  lies …..

Daggers  coming  from  her  eyes ……..

Best  think  twice …. If  you  pick  a  Fight …..

Cause  when  she  speaks …. She  knows  she’s  Right ….

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 Living  in  another  world …..

In  her  fingers  ….. Her  hair  is  twirled  …..

Matted … Greasy … Dirty … Dank …..

She  only  wears  the  Smell  of  Stank …..

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Then  like  a  Crack … In  a  Cloudy  sky …..

Her  eyes  go  soft ….  As  she  starts  to  Cry …..

And  for  just  a  moment …… She’s  not  so  vile …..

And  then  you  Look ….. And  see  her  Smile …….

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She  wears  crazy  clothes ….. all  night  long …..

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Just a picture on the wall – Creepy Poem

“ JUST  A  PICTURE  ON  MY  WALL “

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EDGAR  ALLAN …..  ON  THE  WALL  ……..

 WHO’S  THE  DARKEST ….  OF  THEM  ALL  ……

WAS  A  JOKE …..  I  USED  TO  MAKE …. 

WHEN  LATE  AT  NIGHT ….  I’D  LIE  AWAKE …

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AND  IN  THE  EYES … I’D  SOMETIMES  STARE …

 UNTIL  THAT  NIGHT ……  HE  TOOK  MY  DARE ….

WHEN  IN  MY  MIND …..  HE  TORE  A  HOLE …. 

AND  LEFT  ME  WITH ….. THIS  SLEEPLESS  SOUL …

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I  lIED  AWAKE …..  CAUGHT  IN  HIS  SNARE …

 BUT  COULDN’T  SEEM …. TO  BREAK  MY  STARE …

MY  EYES  WIDE  OPEN ….  BEGAN  TO  DRY ….

 AND  THROUGH  THE  NIGHT …. I  WISHED  I’D  DIE …

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  I  PRAYED,  TO  END ….  THIS  SLEEPLESS  HELL …

 BUT  WHEN  A  RESTLESS  SLEEP  I  FELL …

I  AWOKE ……..  WITH  TEARLESS  CRIES …..

   AND  FOUND  TWO  HOLES … WHERE  I  HAD  EYES …….

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EDGAR  ALLAN …..  ON  THE  WALL … 

WHO’S  THE  DARKEST …. OF  THEM  ALL …..

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R.S.L.

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