May Poem 13

While my son was there to die

For your double booked detective,

Barnes blocked his way,

And you ungrateful monkeys killed him.

 

Let me see that mortals,

Such as yourselves,

Get to the villain’s lair.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s