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R.I.P - Bob, The Fly

Contributed by justme03 on Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 08:03:04 PM in AEST
Topic: oops




I let the anger take over.
It turned me into a killer.
The rage just flew out of me
from the bottom of my soul.
I just had no control.
I beat the life out of this creature
with a solid steel hammer.
I cut off it’s wings and smashed
them to smithereens.
The anger took me further.
I was in a tornado of rage.
I put the blasted creature,
dead, in a cage.
I looked at it and laughed,
a laugh I didn’t know I had.
I started to believe I had finally gone mad.
Soon my anger turned to sorrow.
I wished I had never done what I did.
I wanted to turn the clock back to tomorrow
and undo every evil thing I did.
I sat on the floor.
Torn in two. As I sat there, I said a word or two,
“My dearest Bob, I didn’t know you long.
I never even gave you a chance.
And now I sit here with your guts all over my pants.
I’m sorry, but forgiveness will not be mine,
for you have died,
and now to me, the sun will never shine.
Oh, Bob! (Cries) Please forgive me for
my sins. I wish for you to see the sun again.
I long for you to buzz in my ear.
I want you, once more, to be here.
You can share my home. What’s mine is yours.
But. . .(cries more) it’s too late.
You are dead. But the memories of you will not
fade behind closed doors.
Come Fly Lord, and avenge the death of Bob.
I will not be at peace, until I know
that of you, your life I had not robbed. . .
Oh, Bob!



~Kortnie~




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Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by lostrelic on Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 08:19:45 PM AEST
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what a great poem made me laugh made me cry but i do not pitty a murderer so i hope fly hell is all that its cracked up to be


Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 09:10:22 PM AEST
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oh you big meanie arggggg a fly killer by day a poet by night what are we going to do with you?? ROFLMAO hey this was good it was humerous intense sad all wrapped into one I have not read one quite like it I liked it thanks for adding a bit of flavor to my evening lord knows I need it
Michelle


Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 09:17:08 PM AEST
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what an excellent poem...i laughed...i cried...lol.

really a great post...it delivered much needed comic relief...

btw, fellow murderer...i believe myself to be a serial killer....lol

wizard


Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by RoxyGirl on Thursday, 14th July 2005 @ 01:10:23 AM AEST
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Gosh you mean person I know flys can get on your nerves but damn you dont have to go and kill them. sorry bob you had to hurt
sike that was very good I liked it alot
ALWAYS LOVE YOUR FRIEND
ROXYGIRL


Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by colinbaker62 on Monday, 18th July 2005 @ 04:06:02 PM AEST
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Well Kortnie, this is a wacky, sad, really funny poem. It may interest you to know that only today, my attention was drawn to something large in the sky. Now, I thought initially, that it was an aircraft of sorts. However, on closer inspection, it turned out to be a giant BLUEBOTTLE ! Oh dear. Ho hum !!! Now I don't know where you are on this planet, but it was heading West !


Colin


Re: R.I.P - Bob, The Fly (User Rating: 1 )
by JustAGirl001 on Monday, 5th September 2005 @ 06:46:30 PM AEST
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Rofllmao. I swear to god I will never know how you have such halarious yet saddening expericences. That poor fly =( I feel it's pain. How could you smash such a dear creature? =o




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