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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2007519
My son loves pirates, he asked me to write him a scary pirate sounding poem. To Scary?

-Skully Jones-
by Keaton Foster
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Here lies the bones
Of Skully Jones
He fell from a tree
Smashed himself
To a million pieces
Those pieces
So shattered
Somehow reanimated
Whatever you do
Don’t dig “It” up
Because them bones
Dangerous weapons
Cannibalistic pretenses
A ghostly aberration
Not meant to walk the earth
Not meant to coexist
With those of us who remain
God has doomed him
When he was alive
He often could be heard
Shouting vulgar profanities
Right at the blue sky
Now that he’s dead
Decaying meat and flesh
I fear little has changed
Indeed
Childish this rhyme may be
But based on truth it be
This is a warning
So clear and precise
So fine and absolute
Skully Jones
Is down there
In that really deep hole
With this world
Down upon his tomb
Don’t dig it up
Leave it to the dust
Let it be feasted upon
Let all forms of decay
Waste what’s there away
Pray to any God
That he never does escape
In life he was a real monster
In death I fear a monster
Is pale in comparison
To what he could become
Don’t risk it
Dare not consider it
Not even for a second
Place your morbid curiosity
Upon the highest shelf
Here lies the bones
Of Skully Jones
He fell from a tree
Smashed himself
To a million pieces
Those pieces
So shattered
Somehow reanimated
Do don’t dig “It” up
Oh by the grace of any god
Of this I plead with you
Man with curiosity in mind
A shovel and plenty of time

Don’t…


Skully Jones
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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