[Poetry] Home

As a prelude to the scores of hours I will spend in this forum, I've decided to share some of my older work. Most of it will be poetry. Some of it will be short stories, just until my Legacylocke begins and I unleash the drama filled story that it will be upon the world.

Home:

"Mama please call Papa's phone
The Boys won't leave me alone
They pull my Hair
They steal my Clothes
But I'll be Fine
When I go Home.

Papa went to the Boy's home
Now Mama lives alone
She pulls my Hair
She sells my Clothes
But I'll be Fine
When I go Home

Mama went for a ride
And she fell on her dome
They pull her Hair
They stole her soul
But I'll be Fine
When I go Home.

I went to Papa's gravestone
I brought his old pistol.
I pulled my Hair
I sold my soul
And I am Fine
Now that I'm at Home."

Any reactions, feedback, criticism, they're all appreciated.
~TBOL.

I have much more. I'll probably post one a day. Maybe two, if I feel... Jolly.

35

I've decided that even after my Legacylocke kicks off I will stay here and continue to write for your viewing pleasure.
Enjoy.

35:
"In the thirty-fifth kingdom of the thirty-fifth King,
The thiry-fifth King said his thirty-fifth thing.

This thirty-fifth thing was his thirty-fifth lie,
And the thirty fifth day, thirty-five men died.

Thirty-five men armed with thirty-five bows,
Lay volley after volley onto thirty-five foes.

Thirty-five men jailed behind thirty-five bars,
Were sentenced to die under razor sharp claws.

Thirty-five men looked at thirty-five crowds,
"My life ends now, but my heart stays proud."

And thirty-five men died for the pleasure of the hive,
Then shortly afterwards the King, he lied."