Purple rage

About this: This a draft of a poem  that I had completely forgotten about till a few minutes ago when I found it on a flash ram. It needs some work still I think but I’ve give it a showing for all my fans who’re constantly nagging me to put things up on this blog. There are three versions of the second metre, so I’ve included all of ’em, I think I like the final one the most.

The title is just something that was at the top of the page when I opened the file.

Purple rage

She didn’t want the things we did to be known,
Don’t speak don’t tell, the oft repeated rote.
She made the choice and I didn’t get to vote
So I found that I only bee a drone,
Kept around just to feed the dog a bone.
We did it on her father’s precious boat
She held her breath a lot while I did float
In reverie with just us two alone.

The boat was mine and she were not ashamed
Was the dream where I let my fancy roam.
That’s when her dad walked through the cabin door.
It’s rape it seems and she’s not to be blamed,
That’s what she screamed, it really did hit home
He raised his fist then knocked me to the floor.

alternative ending 1

The boat was mine and she were not ashamed
Were the dream where I let my fancy roam,
That’s when her dad walked in through the cabin door.
He raised his fist and knocked me to the floor,
But her scream is what really did hit home,
It’s rape it seems and she’s not to be blamed.

alternative ending 2

The boat was mine and she were not ashamed
Was the dream where I let my fancy roam.
It’s rape it seems and she’s not to be blamed,
That’s what she screamed, it really did hit home
That’s when I turned and saw her father framed
Through the cabin door, purple rage afoam

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~ by deadspidereye on March 5, 2019.

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