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September 16, 2005
The Misfit Finds His Calling
"She would of been a good woman,"
The Misfit said,
"If it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life."
And so too do I
So need his wonderful ministry.
Those violent slugs to the chest
Boring clean through smugness,
Making holes to ooze out self pity,
To tear light into the darkness.
He should start a radio show.
Come into my home.
Not be so hard to find.
So that it would not just be
Down lonely, indulgent roads
That I meet by
ACCIDENT
His ministry of violence.
His violent mercy.
Random Poetry | By jackdas | 10:46 AM
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This poem would benefit from some more work on my part to better honor and reflect the story from which it is derived http://xroads.virginia.edu/~DRBR/goodman.html
but I am rather poem lazy, well revision lazy period. Not good, but true.
Posted by: neil at September 16, 2005 10:57 AM
OK, I did revise a bit and changed the last line.
Posted by: neil at September 16, 2005 3:16 PM
