Mr Rady episode 1: Myra

Mr Rady episode 1: Myra Mr Rady episode 1: Myra

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

This is the first episode of five episodic poems that I am working on. I will release one each Monday for you the reader to enjoy, and well hopefully feel sick from. This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. You will probably find this disgusting, maybe grim. But in all honesty I just find it funny. Read at your own accord and enjoy as we learn the story of Mr Rady.

Summary

This is the first episode of five episodic poems that I am working on. I will release one each Monday for you the reader to enjoy, and well hopefully feel sick from.

This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. You will probably find this disgusting, maybe grim. But in all honesty I just find it funny.

Read at your own accord and enjoy as we learn the story of Mr Rady.

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Submitted: June 25, 2012

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Submitted: June 25, 2012

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A drizzly night sat in on XBOX live

Killing kids at age five

Her car pulls into the Drive

‘BANG BANG’ that’s Mum home.

“Rady open the fucking door, before I smash in your dumb dome

Swear to God Rady, I told you to leave it in the keyhole.

You’re like a burning sensation deep in my bee hole.

Look at you sat inside playing games you fucking weirdo,

Talking to kids you dirty pedo.

Aww you going to cry like a baby?

Or go crazy like the psycho you are Rady?

Picking a fight with an old lady

You just like your faggot father

Sometimes I wonder why I bother.”

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“Fuck you ma, I am sick of your shit ma

You speak of him again I swear don’t push me MA!

I grab the bread knife, “No Rady No”.

I enforce one big strike deep, “N-no Ra-gargle-Rady no.”

Her voice spoke dread rife.

No more venom in words like creep

I pursue to slash and watch as she bled life

Rush to my room Make sure I didn’t take a peep

Smoke some weed, eyes close before I could say sleep.

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‘Bleep Bleep’ my alarm awoke me

It was twenty past three.

This warm feeling immersed, I feel so free

The kitchen has so much red for my eyes to see.

Doused in blood it’s all soaked into the oak wood

A sense of joy elevated through me in a stroke flood.

I have to admit it was all quite fun.

Oh Myra if only you could see your sprite Son.

I drag her body and think of how I last night won.

I chucked her under the floorboard

Her head rolling away I ignored

As I was absorbed on what tools I could afford.

 

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I need to buy a car, but the price can’t be too steep

In fact I know how to get one really cheap

Actually free, ill rob next doors Jeep.

I’ll need a shovel, so I can dig deep

To hide the souls that I will reap

And come to think it took mummy Myra’s death,

Too give Mr Rady his first breath.


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