an Ode to "Terror"

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Part 2 of the 46 part series

Updated 02/05/2022
Created 02/20/2005
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Long have I fought against you,
Lord Terror,
but i am weary:
your minions are everywhere

As a small child
they pinned me to hard chair
and tortured me with facts and formulas

as a youth,
i heard your message from the church pulpit
and my heart quivered
to think of eternal, crackling hell-fire

grown older and gnarled,
i Braved you everyday
on the chaotic highways of america

i ran from you
to a land of green smoke
where I bathed away years
in warm lakes of liquor...
but you turned into
a dread blue sea monster and
i narrowly dodged your alluring jaws

i went home to the library
but even there
I only shook you for a little while:
you turned into meaninglessness
and waited to ambush me
from many a respectable, scholarly page

i fled and, disconsolate,
wandered the world...
but found you in a Thai silver factory,
in unnatural fish tanks,
in the racket of machinery
building temples to the God of Greed,
in white, sanitary hospitals
that reek of the modern disease

i grow tattered and insane,
but clearly see now
that you are King of America
and king of the age;

i would do as well
to joust against the rain.
So, i lay down my sword in surrender,
and beg to be your page.

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AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
If you can't beat them...

join them. Or so they say.

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
always there.

Information's verbal assault ~ senses reeling ~ escape impossible.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Mock the terror

It has no sense of humor...

AngelineAngelineover 17 years ago
Your Poem

has been recommended in the "New Poems" thread in the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum on the Literotica Bulletin Board. Thank you for sharing it with us. :)

MyNecroticSnailMyNecroticSnailover 17 years ago
A little

over the top, I don't think most people with get it. Audience is a too literal around here.

I found it funny.

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