Oh my brothers, the streets are ours.
Let the rulers rest in their ivory towers.
Tonight little droogs are the ones with the power
And the clockwork lemon keeps on turning.
They turn up their TV's to drown out the sound
Of the screaming in the streets down here on the ground.
The night is our playpen, watch the mobile spin around
While the clockwork lemon keeps on bleeding.
The clock peels midnight and the streets are murder red.
In the long, glass canyons the dead ones are abed
Horrorshow kicking boots leave scars from heavy treads
On the clockwork lemon with the key broke.
Author notes
OPTION MOVIE
A contest entry
- Movie Titles by Metaphorist.
900 points, ended November 17, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO I love it!! hahah awesome...
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Interesting piece. Love the part- "the clock peels midnight"- taking the prompt at face value. Very creative. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Hehehe, proper horror show, a classic ode to a classic film, hoped for a mention of the enormous porcelain penis tho', hehe, well done fellow droogie,
Floorboards.
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Stunning Imagery
Good Morning, You have written a wonderful poem about a terrific movie. Your words and great imagery describe the stark poignant theme of the movie quite well!!!!!Rhyme and flow were perfect. A pleasure to read. I hope you have a nice day. Best of luck in the contest.
Take care,
Sandy
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