The demon walked tripping or dancing
but he looked pretty cool.
Since those who do not hear
the music
think the dancer is mad.
love the demons who know the trueness.
Singing to himself about how one of these things
just doesn't belong here.
Until he almost tripped into a river of shit.
His mind and them
who danced with him
threw white paint
at the thing that did not belong here.
It went blind.
They used hooks on chains
and removed it.
They had gotten a hellraizer box for
the holidays
and were just using it the way god intended.
The awful stench removed
they danced on towards the journey
that never ended
since the world might be round
but at least its squared.
The river of shit is just not in the blueprints.
the demons make alot of noise
happy with the correction.
A contest entry
- rider (what's yours?) by knock.
399 points, ended September 28, 2008, 3 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
