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Rag Doll (From Hell)

24 Thursday Mar 2016

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It is My young Daughters first Day at Kindergarten.

She is Five Years old and a happy little Girl.

But I am nervous as I wait for Her at the Bus Stop.

I hope that Cindy has had a good Day.

But She can be a little shy.

 

When the Bus comes to the Stop.

Cindy runs to Me with a Smile on Her Face.

‘Daddy School was so much fun”

‘And I made a special Friend’

 

That is when I notice the Rag Doll in Her Hand

It is a Ratty little thing.

About Ten Inches tall.

Made from Grey Wool and Cotton.

 

When I ask Cindy where did the Rag Doll come from.

She just shrugs Her Shoulders and says’I found it in

the Rubbish Bin.

 

Jesus I can imagine the Germs that ugly little thing is

carrying.

When We get Home it is going straight into the Washing

Machine.

 

 

As We walk Home Cindy tells Me that the Dolls Name is

Ragamuffin.

And She is the very best Friend in the World.

 

As We go inside I tell Cindy that Ragamuffin needs a wash.

So I grab that ugly Ball of Wool.

And that Rag Doll bites Me on the Finger.

 

I jump back in surprise.

Surely it was just My imagination?

And Cindy yells ‘Daddy stop playing with Ragamuffin’

‘She is Mine not Yours’

 

That Rag is laying on the Floor

Where I threw it.

And it is looking up at Me.

I am careful as I pick it up.

I go to the Laundry and toss it into the Machine.

Hopefully as the Washer goes through its Cycles

That ugly little Rag Doll will Drown.

 

When the Machine comes to a stop

I have a look inside.

And Ragamuffin looks like a Drowned Rat.

So I carefully pick it up again

And carry it out to the Clothes Line.

After I peg that thing out to Dry.

I start to walk away when I hear a Voice ‘I am going

to get You for that Motherfucker’

 

Am I hearing Voices?

I am sure that Ragamuffin just talked to Me.

I go back inside hoping that that little lump of Wool

will Bake in the Sun.

 

But then I change My Mind.

So I go back outside to the Clothes Line.

Grab Ragamuffin then walk over to the Wizz Bin

And I drop it in.

 

I feel sad for Cindy.

She has really grown attached to that Evil Doll

But I cant have My little Girl playing with a foul

Mouthed piece of Wool and Cotton.

I know that I have done the right thing

But I still feel rotten.

 

I go back inside to tell Cindy that Ragamuffin didn’t

survive the Wash.

And that She will need to find a new Best Friend.

 

I try to look Sad as I go to Cindy’s Room.

I knock on Her Door to deliver the Bad News.

And when I walk in.

There is Cindy playing with Ragamuffin.

 

What in the fuck.

How did Ragamuffin end up in Cindy’s Room?

I ask Her is everything alright?

Of course Daddy Ragamuffin and I are just playing

with My Tea Set”

‘We are the Best of Friends and We will be together forever”

But I know that this is One Friendship that I will have to sever.

 

Ragamuffin looks at Me with a smug look on its Face.

Like it is daring Me to make a scene.

It has no Mouth so has is it communicating?

Maybe it has locked onto another foul mouthed Doll named

Chucky

God give Me strength

I should be so lucky.

 

It is getting late.

And Cindy has fallen asleep on the Lounge.

Tomorrow is another School Day.

No way can I allow that evil lump of Wool to mix with a Bunch

of School Kids.

It would be a Bloody slaughter.

So Ragamuffin will have to disappear

If I am to save My Daughter.

 

So I carry Cindy off to Bed.

And I leave Ragamuffin laying on the Lounge Room Floor.

After I have read Cindy a Bedtime Story.

I tuck Her in for the Night.

And when I return to the Lounge Room

I get an awful fright.

 

Ragamuffin has done a runner.

 

A dangerous Rag Doll is now on the loose.

I look everywhere for that Woollen Ball of menace.

But it has escaped from My household.

I shiver.

But not from the Cold.

 

I am confident that Ragamuffin is no longer in the House.

So after I check in with Cindy.

I go off to Bed.

But I still have Goosebumps.

I know that I want be getting much Sleep.

Or maybe with One Eye open.

But then I start counting Sheep.

 

I must be having a Bad Dream.

I am struggling to Breathe.

It feels like My Mouth is full of Wool.

Then I hear a whisper.

‘Die Motherfucker Die”

Then I realise that Ragamuffin is laying on My Mouth

and Nose.

I am being smothered by a Rag Doll.

I start to fight back.

And I land some heavy blows.

 

But Ragamuffin is hanging on for grim Death.

Then I get a bit of a grip.

And a piece of Wool comes loose.

 

So I pull and pull and Ragamuffin begins to unravel.

And before long a pile of Wool is laying on the Floor.

So I scoop it all up.

And I carry that Evil Wool out to My Backyard.

Then I go to the Garden Shed.

And I grab Myself a Spade.

Then I dig a hole three feet deep.

And for that ugly evil pile of Wool.

It is tailor made.

 

In the Morning Cindy rushes out of Her Bedroom.

She cant find Ragamuffin anywhere.

I tell Her that maybe Ragamuffin is hiding under Her Bed.

Or is already waiting for Her on the School Bus.

So She better hurry and get ready for School.

I don’t dare tell Her the truth.

Or Her little Heart might crush.

 

I walk Cindy to the Bus Stop.

She is still fretting over Ragamuffin.

I Kiss Her Goodbye.

And She climbs on board the Bus.

 

Then I hear a squeal.

A squeal of delight.

And as the School Bus pulls away.

I see Cindy running towards the back of the Bus.

She stands at the rear Window smiling and waving

at Me.

 

Then She holds up something.

And I cant believe My Eyes.

It is that ugly evil lump of Wool

Ragamuffin.

Giving Me a wicked grin.

 

OK Ragamuffin so You want a fight?

You might of won round one

But bring on round two.

 

Part Two coming soon.

Rag Doll ( Back from the Grave)

 

 

Bad Tongue Talking

20 Sunday Mar 2016

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As I sit in My Padded Cell.

There is nothing to do but stare at the Walls.

And wait for My Medication to take effect.

But it wont have a chance to.

Because I have been hiding the Pills up My Sleeve.

I am getting tired of this place.

It is time to get up and leave.

 

I have been Palming My Medication for about a week

now.

I feel good but bad at the same time.

Then I slip into a void.

I can hear a Bad Tongue talking

That Tongue is really wagging.

Telling Me a lot of Bad things to do.

That Bad Tongue is still nagging.

it is Time that the Cuckoo flew.

 

I arrived at this Mental Facility about Ten Years

ago now.

For committing a few Misdemeanors.

They say that I Murdered Ten People’

but I don’t remember a thing.

So My Lawyer sought an Insanity Plea.

And somehow the Judge agreed.

And He banged down His Gavel.

 

Ten Years is a long time to be locked away in the

Crazy House.

Ten Years without feeling the Sun on My Back.

Ten Years in Solitary Confinement

In this fucking Padded Cell.

Just as I start to feel better.

I step a little closer to Hell.

 

Then that Bad Tongue starts to talk to Me again.

I have never heard so many Bad Words.

Then I see a Blackboard covered in Chalk.

And what is written on that Board is an escape plan.

That Bad Tongue is whispering close to My ear.

Telling Me that soon I will be a free Man.

 

The escape plan on that imaginary Blackboard

Is now imprinted in My Brain.

There is an Orderly who works on My Floor.

And He looks a lot like Me.

His Name is Eddie McBain.

And when the time is right we will swap places.

Eddie has no idea I am about to become Him.

He hasn’t a clue of what lays ahead.

He just goes about His Business.

He is getting closer and closer to My Room.

If everything goes as planned

Eddie McBain will soon be Dead.

 

Eddie has no idea that I have been palming My Medication.

I try to look calm and mellow

To make Eddie feel at ease.

But My Mind is going in crazy circles looking for some

satisfaction.

Come on Eddie just a little closer please.

 

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

I think Someone is living in My Brain.

That Bad Tongue never has anything good to say.

It tells Me the Title of a good Book

‘A Thousand and One ways to inflict some pain.

 

Even though I don’t wont to Hear.

I listen to every Word the Bad Tongue has to say.

Then everything becomes very clear.

Today will be Eddie McBains last Day.

 

As Eddie gets close to My Door.

I slide My empty Food tray through the Slot

Acting like I wouldn’t hurt a Fly.

But I feel a lot like Hannibal Lecter

One messed up scary Guy.

 

As Eddie turns to leave.

I call out that I am not feeling well.

I really need to see the Doctor.

Fooling Eddie turns out to be an easy sell.

Because He actually opens My Door.

 

Eddie is apprehensive as He approaches My Bed.

But I do a great piece of acting.

And I tell Him that I have a bad pain in My Head.

Maybe I have a Brain Tumour?

And there is one thing I don’t tell Eddie.

And that is I have a wicked cruel sense of humour.

 

I tell Eddie that I might feel better with a couple of

Codiene.

And as He turns to the Medicine trolley.

I pounce.

I am in two minds.

Kill Him messy or Kill Him clean?

 

Well I don’t mind a bit of a mess.

So I spin Eddie around.

And bite down on His Throat.

Well Eddie struggles making a God awful sound.

Then His Blood starts to spurt spraying the Walls.

Giving it a Glossy Red Top Coat.

 

Then the Bad Tongue is talking.

‘How can you change clothes with Eddie now?”

‘They are covered in Blood and Shit”

I realise that the Bad Tongue is telling the truth

I didn’t think about that bit.

 

Then I notice Eddies Key Ring and a Foot long Baton

That Key Ring is holding about Fifty Keys

In all different shapes and sizes.

So I grab the Keys and the Baton.

If I am to escape before the Sun rises

I better get a crack on.

 

One good thing about a Mental Facility.

Is that it is not a Prison.

So while there is Security.

There are only Two Guards on each Floor.

My plan is nice and simple.

I will walk right out of the Door.

 

Then that Bad Tongue whispers in My Ear.

‘Forget about escaping Kill every Guard that You can’

He gets right in My Face.

“And then blow up the whole fucking place”

 

While I was listening to the Bad Tongue

I have been caught off guard.

By a Guard.

 

He starts to say something.

But I am on Him in a Flash.

And with a twist I snap His Neck

And I keep on twisting like His Head is an ES Light Bulb.

I keep on twisting round and round.

And then with a thud His Head hits the ground.

 

So I started walking.

And that Bad Tongue keeps on talking.

Filling My Head with more Bad Words.

I have a bit of a Dilemma

Will I carry out the Bad Tongues Murderous plan?

Or return to Bed and  be a Medicated Man?

 

I think that returning to My Room would be the better

path to follow.

If only that Bad Tongue would shut the Fuck up.

I know that I am a Violent Man.

My Heart is empty and hollow.

I just want to start taking My Meds.

And forget all about the Bad Tongues plan.

 

There isn’t much I can do about the severed Head

And Blood al over the Corridor

It would take more then a Mop and Bucket

As I turn to go back to My Room.

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

Fuck it.

 

But I block out the Bad Tongues ramblings

And I make it to My Room

My Brain is all messed up and scrambled

That Bad Tongue is like a Vocalist

Singing out of tune.

 

Eddie is still laying Dead in My Room

So I wrap Him Up in a Sheet.

And I drag m down the Hall.

I need to find a place to hide Him.

I give Him back His Keys and Baton.

And put Him in a Bathroom Stall.

 

I return to My Room

Put fresh Sheets on My Bed

God I think I am going to get away with this

That Bad Tongue has gone all silent.

I lay on My Bed acting all sweet and innocent.

 

So I start to take My Pills like I am supposed to.

And that Bad Tongue is as quiet as a Mouse.

The Bad Tongue is Tongue Tied.

I hope it is not wistful thinking.

But I think the Bad Tongue has Died.

 

Six Months later and I am still taking My Medication.

With a lot of dedication.

The Police and the Authorities are long gone.

They couldn’t pin Me for the Crime.

And that Bad tongue is still silent

Maybe it is doing Mime?

 

Even though I am taking all of My Pills

I know that deep down I am still the Violent little old Me.

And I will never rest until I am out of this place.

Footloose and fancy free.

Time Machine

18 Friday Mar 2016

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I recently moved into a new House.

And I decided to do some Yard Work.

Maybe put in a Vegetable Garden.

Or a Bed full of Australian Natives.

 

As I started to dig around preparing the Soil for

Planting.

My Spade struck something solid.

Thinking it was just a Rock or an old Bottle.

I didn’t think all that much of it.

 

But that Object was in My way.

So I kept on Digging.

And that Object is now the size of a Bucket.

So I keep on Digging.

And it is now the size of a Washing Machine.

 

I am getting tired from all of the Digging.

But I couldn’t stop.

I had to know what was buried in My Backyard.

So I kept Digging all through the Night.

 

Then I stepped back to look at My Discovery.

What I was looking at was a huge Rectangular Object.

Matt Silver in Colour.

And it is the size of one of those Old Fashioned Telephone

Booths.

 

I walk around it .

Trying to find a way inside.

There are no noticeable openings.

No Doors or Windows.

So I just rubbed My Hands all over it.

And it started to glow.

 

Are there Aliens inside this Object.?

How did it end up in My Backyard?

 

Then there was a hissing sound and it opened up like

a Book.

So I take a step inside.

Then I take another.

And I have a look around.

And I see that the Object is a Time Machine.

 

So it isn’t a Space Ship.

There aren’t any Aliens Thank God.

We have all heard the Stories about Aliens.

And their liking for Anal Probing

Plus the humiliation of Public disrobing.

 

So with a sigh of relief.

I check out the Control Panel.

And right in the middle is a big Green Button.

So I press that Button.

And a Sexy Female voice says ‘Welcome to Your ACME

Time Machine’

‘Please state the Day Month and Year that You wish to visit’

Plus the Location where You want to go’

 

So I say ’25th MARCH 1916

The Eastern Front Germany.

 

At first nothing happens.

Then the Door seals with a Hiss.

And My Insides do a Backflip.

Now I know what an Astronaut feels like.

 

Then with a thud the Time Machine has reached

its destination.

Then the Door opens.

And I cant believe My Eyes.

It looks just like Hell on Earth.

 

Through the Smoke and Haze.

I can see Soldiers Barbed Wire and Mud filled Trenches.

I am standing besides a English Private.

Who is struggling to control His senses.

 

He has His Rifle up to His Shoulder.

And He has a German Soldier in His Sights.

The Englishman goes to pull the Trigger.

But He hesitates.

He and I both look at the German.

And I immediately recognise a Young Adolf Hitler.

 

The Englishman begins to lower His Rifle.

But I have a whisper in His Ear.

You have a chance to change History.

Pull the Trigger.

 

And even though He cant see Me.

My Words seem to register.

Cause He raises His Rifle again.

And He shoots that German Soldier in the Head.

 

The Day is 25th March 1916

And Adolf Hitler is Dead.

 

I go back to the Time Machine.

And I press that Green Button again

I wish to go back to the 22nd November 1963.

 

I am heading to Dallas Texas.

The scene of the President John F Kennedy Assassination.

To try to achieve an ending more to the Worlds satisfaction.

 

The Time Machine lands in Downtown Dallas.

A perfect Day for a Killing.

I am about to meet a Man with a Head full of Propaganda.

And here He is right on Time

Lee Harvey Oswald.

On His way to commit a Crime.

 

He is looking real nervous as He makes His way to the Book

Depository.

Lee Harvey Oswald wants to be Famous.

He wants to be the Front Page Story.

 

Even though He cant see Me.

He seems to feel My presence.

And He gives a nervous glance in My general direction.

And in the Storefront Window You can see My Reflection.

And Oswald jumps like He has seen a Ghost.

I have to finish this now.

Or this could be My last Post.

 

So I stick out a Leg.

And Oswald falls to the  Sidewalk.

He looks up all frightened.

Like He heard a Ghost Talk.

He knows that He has to reach the Depository

And He has to get there fast.

And just then a Motorbike Cop flashes past.

 

Closely followed by President Kennedys Car.

He and Jackie Smile and wave to the Crowd.

Kennedy will never know how close He came to Death.

So near yet so far.

Then He looks over His Shoulder.

And He gives Me a Smile.

And I tell You right now.

That Smile will stay with Me for awhile.

 

Back to the Time Machine.

And I am feeling like Nostradamus.

But in reverse.

I cant see the Future.

But now I can change the Past.

But I am feeling all washed up.

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

 

But I press that Green Button again.

And all I have to say is 9/11

And the Time Machine knows exactly what I mean.

And we land in New York City.

 

I feel the tension because I have Thousands of Lives

in My Hands.

I look up at the Twin Towers

As the Sun reflects off the Glass

Then I hear the Sound of an Aircraft approaching

I Scream even though I know the Pilot cant hear Me.

They keep on coming

A Two Plane Frontal Assault.

I have had enough of this Shit.

It is time to call a Halt.

 

I use the Power of the Time Machine to Channel the

Cockpit of the lead Plane.

And I scream ‘This is your Supreme Leader Abort Mission

Abort Mission’

‘Land safely and let all of the Passengers go free.’

 

I look up at the Towers again.

And I have a nervous Finger up to My Mouth

Just like Austin Powers

Then the Two Planes veer off and disappear into the

distance.

The Twin Towers are still standing in place.

Right where they belong.

I am mighty glad that I have been able to prevent a wrong.

 

But enough of World Events.

I want to be selfish.

And use the Time Machine for My own Personal needs.

So o press that Green Button.

And I go back to the 18th October 1986.

The Day that My  Brother Greg Died.

Greg died young he never got the chance to grow Old.

Forever Twenty Four.

 

Greg Died in a Motorcycle Accident

And I hope to change the outcome.

I don’t wont Greg to take that Fatal Ride.

 

I remember we were both at the Race Course Hotel

on that fateful Afternoon.

But Greg left early  because He had to attend a Party that

Night.

So We said our Goodbyes.

See You in the Morning.

But the next Morning .

Was a Morning of Mourning.

 

This I hope to change.

So before Greg and His Girlfriend Rhonda leave for the Party

On that fucking Bike

The Motorbike that I detest.

I hope that I can stop Greg from laying down for His final Rest.

 

So Greg rides to the Party alone.

Because Rhonda was running late.

If Rhonda had been on time.

Maybe the Accident wouldn’t have happened.

 

So before Greg gets on His Bike to pick Rhonda up

I whisper in His Ear ‘Greg don’t do it get Rhonda to call

a Taxi’

 

So Rhonda calls a Cab and She arrives at the Party safe and

sound.

Greg doesn’t need to take that Fatal Ride.

 

So  my Brother Greg is still Alive.

 

I rush back to the Time Machine.

Is I can save One Sibling.

Maybe I can save another.

So I travel back to 14 April 2013.

The Day before My Sister Sue was Diagnosed with Cancer.

 

And as She Sleeps.

I travel through Her Bones until She is Disease free.

Sue opens Her Eyes and starts to speak.

Her Bones are now so clean they squeak.

 

Mission accomplished.

I go back to the Time Machine.

And I press that Green Button for the very last time.

And I tell it to take Me Home.

 

So with a thud the Time Machine lands in My Back Garden.

What will the Neighbours think?

Then that Sexy Female Voice says ‘Thank You for using the ACME

Time Machine’

‘This Machine will self destruct in Thirty Seconds’

So if I was You I would Run very Fast’

‘Oh and by the way Thank You for visiting the past’

 

Of course this is just a Story.

My Brother Greg and My Sister Sue

Are both still Dead

And One Day i will join Them.

And We will be together Forever.

 

 

The Trump Card

13 Sunday Mar 2016

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Later this Year the American People will go to the Polls

Most of the Presidential Candidates are Faceless Multi

Millionaires.

Except for Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton.

And maybe Jeb Bush.

 

Two Members of the Bush Family have already occupied

the White House.

But Jeb lacks that certain something that it takes to become

the President of the United States.

He is pretty much a lame Duck.

 

So in My opinion there are only Two real Candidates.

And they are Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton.

 

Hilary Clinton could create History and become the first

Female President.

Hilary is also known for Her lack of style.

She doesn’t seem to wear anything other then different

coloured Pant Suits.

 

Plus who can forget Her Husband Bill Clinton.

Bill has already sat in the Oval Office.

But the one thing that Bill is famous for is that He couldn’t

keep His Penis in His Pants.

He received the most famous blow job in History.

When Monica Lewinsky got down on Her Knees.

 

Now we come to Donald Trump.

The Man with the crazy Hairstyle.

The Donald Inherited a Fortune from His Father.

And He has turned that Fortune into Billions of Dollars.

Mainly from Investing in Real Estate.

And shrewd Business Dealing.

 

Now the Donald wants to use His Money to become the

President.

He wants to be the Big Dog the Top Cat.

And sit in the High Chair.

Will the American People Vote Him in ?

Or will they have more sense?

 

Over the Years some unlikely People have become President.

 

In the early 1970’s Richard Nixon sat in the Big Chair.

With the Face like a Bulldog

And the Personality of a Grub.

He was an easy Person to hate.

He thought that He could Lie cheat and steal from the American

People.

But the Gluttony and Greed got the better of Him.

He wasn’t unable to tell the truth from the lies

So Richard Nixon became the first President to Resign from Office.

He was brought down by the Watergate scandal.

 

Ronald Reagan was another unlikely President.

A B grade Actor back in the 30’s.

He knew how to talk to the Public.

And get His message across.

Just like He was reading from a Script

He came across as a Man in Charge.

 

He also started the Star Wars Program

And He brought an end to the Cold War.

So from an outsider looking in.

I thought He did a very good Job.

 

The Incumbent Barack Obama.

Is the first Black President of the United States.

With all of Todays Technology like Facebook and Twitter.

He has been a very in your Face President.

 

But is You are a Public Figure you are open for criticism

He couldn’t get any Bills past Congress.

He always seems to have His Hands tied behind His Back.

Especially on the issue of Gun control.

 

He is the President.

But He doesn’t seem to have any Power.

But overall I think that He has done an OK Job.

 

So who will the American People Vote for?

 

Hilary Clinton.

Is obviously a very smart Woman.

She has been a Public figure for a very long time.

And She is also a very good Public Speaker

Who knows what She is talking about.

 

But will Her Husbands past antics be an Albatross around

Her Neck.

Or will the Voters see past all that?

And treat Her as Her own Person?

 

Now to Donald Trump.

The Donald is obviously very Smart.

And He has been a successful Businessman for Decades.

 

He wants to use His Money to buy His way into the White House.

But every time that Trump opens His Mouth.

His Foot jumps right on in.

 

He always says the wrong thing.

And some of His views are right out there.

Is Trump the right Person to become the  next President?

Or are His views to extreme?

 

So who will it be?

Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump?

Or will an Outsider Trump them all (pun intended )

I just hope that when the American People Vote

Surely they will use Their common sense

And They want use Their Trump card.

 

Sewing Machine Man Part Two (Janome On The Loose)

11 Friday Mar 2016

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In Part One we saw the Owner of a Mexican Sweat Shop

Mr Mendez AKA The Sewing Machine Man

Kill two of His Female Employees.

He Killed them then Stitched their Mouths and Eyes shut

With His trusty Janome Sewing Machine.

 

But Mr Mendez was arrested by the Police.

After a tip off from His 2IC at the Sweat Shop Alejandro.

But He slipped out of His Handcuffs and disappeared

into the Night.

Now to Part Two.

For the past few Months the Sewing Machine Man has been

hiding out in the Sunny Mexican Countryside.

Waiting for the heat to die down.

 

He has making a living using His Janome for what it is

designed to do.

Sewing Curtains Tailoring Clothes to fit.

And making Alterations.

 

But a Sewing Machine is His Weapon of choice.

Whenever Someone crosses Him wrong

He uses His Machine to Sew Their Eyes closed.

So they can no longer See.

Then He Stitches Their Mouths shut.

So they no longer have a Voice.

 

He is still seething about Alejandro.

He knows that He was the one to call the Cops.

And the Sewing Machine Man was almost thrown

in Jail.

But He escaped from the Police.

And He gave Himself Bail.

 

But the Sewing Machine Man is out of practice.

He has only Killed twice.

And He really likes the feeling.

And it wants to feel like that again.

So He closes the Door of His Motel Room.

Let the pain begin.

 

He doesn’t have to walk far.

When He comes across a Hooker plying Her Trade.

So He invites Her up to His Room for a little fun.

 

When the Hooker goes to the Bathroom to freshen up.

Mr smothers His Handkerchief in Chloroform.

Then He gets ready to pounce.

 

When the Hooker reappears He quickly drowns Her in His

Hankie.

The Sewing Machine Man is all Business.

He has no time for Hankie Pankie.

 

His M.O (Modus Operandi) is to Sew His Victims Eyes and

Mouths closed with His Janome.

And then hang them up wrapped in a White Sheet like a

Human Cocoon.

 

And that is exactly what He does.

Just so the Cops know that He is back in Town.

After showing all of His Sewing and Wrapping skills

He Hangs the Hooker upside down in a Tree.

The Sewing Machine Man is back.

Looking for some thrills.

 

Alejandro is living at His Parents Place pissing

in His Pants.

The Cops have been around to inform His that Mr Mendez.

has Killed again.

And maybe Alejandro should move Interstate.

And we mean right now.

If You want to stay Alive

Go now before it is too late.

 

But Alejandro has some misplaced confidence.

He is a better Man then Mr Mendez.

Surely He is safe at His Parents House.

He hasn’t worked at the Sweat Shop in over Six Months.

He is living over 500 Miles from there.

But He will keep an Eye out.

Surely Mr Mendez wouldn’t come here.

He wouldn’t dare.

 

But Mr Mendez isn’t afraid of Alejandro or the Police.

And He knows exactly how to track Alejandro down.

He just has to break into the Sweat Shop.

And hope that the Password on the Computer hasn’t been

changed.

 

So the next Night He enters the Sweat Shop through an

unlocked Window.

He goes straight to His old Office.

And He is lucky.

The Password on the Computer is unchanged.

He clicks on the Employee Icon.

Then He types in Alejandro Cortez and His next of Kin.

And there in the middle of the Screen for the whole World

to see.

Is His Parents Address.

 

He is not 100% sure that Alejandro is at His Parents Place.

But it is a good place to start.

So He packs up His Janome and jumps in His Cat.

 

He only has a Four Hour drive.

Besides His Janome He has also packed a Gun with a Silencer

And a Knife with a Razor sharp Blade.

Alejandro and Mr and Mrs Cortez should now be afraid.

Very afraid.

 

Using His GPS He locates the House nice and easy.

And He parks right outside.

Carrying His trusty Sewing Machine He knocks on the Front

Door.

And in His other Hand He holds the silenced Gun.

Now the Sewing Machine Man can have a little fun.

 

As soon as the Front Door opens He Shoots Mrs Cortez Dead.

Then with His Knife He slices the Screen Door open.

And He sidles right on in.

Where He is confronted by Mr Cortez.

Without hesitation He Shoots Him in the Chest.

Now to find Alejandro His number one Pest.

 

Alejandro hearing all of the commotion tries to make

it to the back Door.

But He only gets Three Metres before He is Shot in the

Kneecap.

As Alejandro lays on the Floor He is Shot twice more.

And both of His Elbows are shattered.

 

The Sewing Machine Man walks up to Him.

And He pulls down His Pants.

And with one slice of the Knife.

He cuts off Alejandro’s Cock and Balls.

Alejandro is in agony and disbelief.

And He screams the Paint right off the Walls.

 

Then He is silenced as His own Dick and Nuts are shoved

down His Throat.

Then He is dragged to the Janome

And Alejandro’s Mouth is stitched closed.

 

Then just as He goes to stitch Alejandro’s Eyes.

The Cortez Phone starts to Ring.

And He stitches His own Thumb to the Machine.

And just like Alejandro He starts to scream.

 

Jesus the pain is intense.

He closes His Eyes and yanks Himself Free.

He packs up His Janome.

Then He gets the Fuck out of there.

 

Already His Thumb has swollen to double its normal

size or more.

He is losing a lot of Blood as He leaves by the Front Door.

 

But there is worse to come.

Because He used the same Needle to Kill all of His Victims.

It is covered in Bacteria and Germs.

Now the Sewing Machine Man has one nasty Infection

Maybe He should of changed Needles on reflection.

 

His Thumb is really throbbing.

It is Green and Black and full of Pus.

And because He didn’t apply a Tourniquet

The Infection is travelling up His Arm.

Soon it will enter His Brain.

 

The Sewing Machine Man is sitting in His Motel Room

He knows that the end is almost here.

He goes to the Bed.

Then with the Gun He shoots Himself in the Head.

 

There is no one to Mourn Him.

And He is Buried in an unmarked Grave.

And His Janome is Buried with Him.

 

But now that He is Six Feet Under

He can no longer misbehave.

 

Alabama Redneck Man

04 Friday Mar 2016

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Deep in a Mangrove Swamp in the Heart of Alabama

Lives a Redneck named Cletus Flagg.

He is built like a Quarterback.

With a punch like a Hammer.

His Greasy Hair is covered by a Bandana.

That looks a lot like a Oily Rag.

 

Cletus is the Quintessential Redneck.

With a Mouthful of Gums he only has Five Teeth.

He finds it hard to chew on a Steak.

But He loves His Wives ground up Beef.

But if you think that that Cletus looks slow and clumsy.

Well thinking that would be a huge mistake.

 

Because Cletus runs a Drug smuggling Empire.

Crystal Meth Dope and good old fashion Moonshine.

You will never se Cletus singing in the Church Choir.

But you might see Him in Confession.

Cause He would be there for Hours.

 

But Cletus isn’t a bad Man if you stay on His good side.

All Cletus is doing is providing for His Wife and Son.

Cletus Smuggles His Drugs far and wide.

And He rules with His Fists and a big Silver Gun.

 

Every now and then a Local or a Tourist will have a sticky

beak.

Or just be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They will have to be silenced before they can talk.

Can an Alligator commit a Crime.?

 

Over the Years Cletus has had to move His Business deeper

and deeper into the Mangroves.

To keep away from the Cops and prying Eyes.

In the Drug Smuggling Business anything goes.

There is no time for the how or whys.

 

One unlucky local Billy Bob Wharton was out trying to catch

a Meal of Catfish or Craw.

When He stumbled across Cletus in His Smuggling Boat.

Billy Bob has got a little to close for comfort.

And once again Cletus thumbs His Nose at the Law.

 

After doing the Dirty Deed.

Cletus has a Seat on the front Porch of His Shack.

As He plays the Banjo He counts His Teeth.

He knows that His Saergents have got His Back.

He just hopes that Billy Bob Wharton stays way deep beneath.

 

Cletus knows that He has been sitting around too long.

But He cant resist a Jar of His favourite Shine.

And Smoking some Meth from a well used Bong.

Then one of His Underlings whispers in His Ear.

It looks like all is not fine.

 

It looks like one of His Employees has been fiddling the Books

And moving the Money into His off shore Bank.

He thought that He could get away with the deception.

But He has been caught red handed.

And He will pay a Heavy Price.

He will never get a chance to commit the same Crime twice.

 

Cletus orders His Men to tie the Thief to a Tree.

Right on the edge of the Water.

The Thief is tied with Leather Belts.

The Thief knows that this is His Fate.

He tells Cletus that He is very sorry.

But it is too little too late.

 

Cletus orders all of His Employees to watch.

They don’t have to wait long for a Gator to come rushing

out of the Water.

And it grabs the Human Sacrifice.

Then another Gator joins in the Slaughter.

And the Thief is torn to shreds.

His Arms and Legs are torn from there Sockets.

The Thief is screaming for mercy.

Going off His Head.

Then piece by piece He is dragged into the Water.

These Gators show Him no mercy.

They are built like Battleship Rockets.

 

The only parts of the Thief left behind is His Head.

His pitiful screams could be heard as the Gators fed.

But after about Three Hours  the Thief is finally Dead.

 

At the crack of Dawn.

The Gators ate the Head for Breakfast.

And of the Thief there is no trace.

I fyou cross Cletus Flagg you will become the Ultimate

Outcast.

Then a Gator stuck its Head out of the Water.

And I am sure that it had a smile on its Face.

 

Cletus is satisfied

If you get on His bad side you will disappear into the Night.

There is no Body for His Family to Bury or Cremate.

If you cross Him.

You will be nothing more then Gator Bait.

 

For the next Six Months it is Business as usual.

Cletus and His Cronies travel up and down the Swamps and

Rivers.

Delivering their poison of Meth and Moonshine.

The people who buy the stuff should know better.

Cletus drinks the Shine like it is the finest of Wines.

 

And they smoke the Meth like it is a Cuban Cigar.

They act like it is the best thing that they have tasted.

But their Brains have been Fried.

They live their lives in a daze.

All wasted.

 

Billy Joe Flagg.

The Son of Cletus and His Wife Molly Mae.

Is sitting in His room smoking some of His Fathers Product.

Only Fifteen Billy Joe just Smokes His Days away.

He knows that His Mother wouldn’t approve of His Conduct.

But His Father would be proud.

Billy Joe is a little Redneck in the waiting.

He knows that His Father is a Bad Man.

So He doesn’t say the Words out loud.

 

He wakes early the next Morning.

And Smokes some more Meth before School.

He thinks the Drug makes Him all big and tough.

But He is nothing but a Fool.

Billy Joe has Smoked more then His Body can handle.

Billy Joe might think that He is doing OK.

But He is now burning both ends of the Candle.

 

Billy Joe is hearing Voices in His Head.

The Voices are telling Him to ‘See what it feels like to get

hit by a Car’

And Billy Joe listens very closely.

And He steps into the Traffic.

And that one step turned out to be His last.

 

His Mother is distraught when She gets the News.

She knows that it is all Her Husbands fault.

She collapses to the Ground.

With the Broken Hearted Blues.

 

Nothing that Cletus can say can heal that heavy Heart.

At the Funeral She gets into an awful state.

She just cant stop Crying and wailing.

And through Her Black Veil She looks at Her Husband

with Eyes full of hate.

 

For the next few Months Molly Mae struggles through

She just takes it Day by day.

Without Her Son life isn’t worth living.

Every Hour is Dark and Grey.

 

There is only one thing that keeps Her going.

And that is the Day when Cletus pays for Her Sons Death.

In Molly Mae’s Head an Evil Wind is blowing.

 

Cletus will Die.

And She will make it look like an accident.

 

A few Days later Cletus and Molly Mae are walking along the

edge of the Swamp.

She is acting normal so Cletus doesn’t get suspicious.

Then with Her Hip She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Then time stands still as Cletus hits the Water.

Then He is torn apart by the Gators all nasty and vicious.

 

So what goes around comes around

 

Molly Mae has a lump in Her Throat that She cant budge.

But revenge sure does taste sweet.

She has one last look into the Water.

And She is satisfied that Her Husband is now Dead Meat.