I had no problem choosing the first poem for Bad Poetry Monday. In fact, I think it’s the poem that made me think of starting this theme in the first place.
The following poem was written by yours truly in Creative Writing class in high school. Its intent was to point out the deceptive temptation of sin. However, my friends insisted that it was a poem about sex. For my 19th birthday, I received an odd and rather lengthy video from three friends of mine containing different “shorts” of them doing things. One of the scenes was of my friend Todd reading this poem aloud (as he put it, “probably the greatest poem ever written.” HAHAHAHAHA!) in a heated, I-might-rip-my-shirt-off-any-second tone. At the time, I did not find it funny. Now, I think it’s hilarious. You probably will, too. With no further ado (or is it adieu…I’ve always wondered):
The Merry-Go-Round of Evil
The gleam in that red horse’s eye tempts you.
You draw near, wanting only to touch.
Your fingers stroke the leather bridle, then follow a track to its silky black mane.
You find yourself climbing up on the horse
and your wild ride begins.
Soft and slow, the music floats around you.
How splendid are the stirrups that fit your feet so well.
Your horse glides, up and down, round and round, in that circular
motion that soothes you
Faster, faster, you urge him on, your horse-
Galloping at full speed…
or so you thought.
The lights, so twinkling and magical
become a blurry whirl of shadow and luminesse
The sedating music quickens, and you scream for it to stop!
You try with all your might to get off this wicked ride,
Your efforts are in vain, and you are caught in the folly of your own choice.
“Better luck next time!” squeals the greasy carney, and
you reach out to grab him, but he zips away.
You are in his crazy world now,
Trapped on his evil merry-go-round.
If only you’d chosen the yellow horse.