Tales from an old haunted library
 
Once they were the editor's choice!!!




Once the editor's choice!!!

Oh yes readers they are there
Like Egyptian ciphers everywhere
Placed like Grandma's wash lines
mud balled by naughty children

Vain forgotten thoughts
Dusty and forgot
Morbid refrains they hold
Like fields of brackish molld

They wrote of the way it was
Of elite prestige they'd known
they were so very loved
highest rung of status quo

Lives free of dark debris
No despair no misery
From the snares of poverty
Yet none now them behold

Some hoped to help our lives
With their wisdom left behind
Of mistakes their fates defined
All forgotten now in time

Oh yes readers they are there
Like Egyptian ciphers everywhere
In dusty groves alone
Hands now nevermore them hold

Vain forgotten thoughts
trapped between book-ends
Memories of past glories seal their doom
Of forgotten bright sweet lights

They wrote of the way it was
The prestige of being above
they were so very envied
By the rest r of us

free of emotional distress and debris
Shielded from despair and need
From the violence of poverty
Yet no one reads them now

No one needs them now
their wisdom left behind
Of mistakes their fates defined
All forgotten now in time



i was a teenage emergency room junkie

(Beratnik fantasy)


It was the year 2016 when things started getting tough.
I had started my career of punking ten years earlier
at the age of 16 , robbing little kids of their lunches on their
way to school for drug money.. In
those days I was known as Bully the Kid.
In 2012 they passed the mandatory health care insurance
act, but we were all broke. Although we told them we wished
we could afford it, they still didn't give a dam about us and didn't
want to dirty their hands on us. we were contemptible
untouchables in their eyes.
When driven to desperate measusres we would often
mutilate ourselves with self inflicted suface wounds
and fake blood and lie bleeding in the gutter next to a hospital
emergency room. Although the emr's were always crowded they
would eventually see us to shut us up but we would shout and
scream until a nurse would bring us a few vacudims to keep us from
telling everybody she was a drug dealer.
This went on until 2017when they rounded up me and
my buddies and sent us to Beech Grove, Indiana for extermination.
I escaped when a giant anesthizing gas storage tank exploded.
I hid in the back of a garbage truck covered with garbage, and barely
escaping being crushed by its compactor.
But escape I did and now 1 year later in the year 2020
I am a respectable merchant selling apples on a street corner
where all passersby are required to buy an apple by the
newley enacted 'Buy an apple from a bum or else act'. Of course,
I always jack the price a little bit to let them know I am a serious
entrepreneur.
By Star Rover


By assisi

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