Onion Eater
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- Jun 28, 2008
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They call us heathens and savages; a cruel, cruel people,
It’s true, in Sodom, there’s not a single church steeple.
We like to stage pit fights, that’s our only real passion,
Two dogs or two slaves; if they won’t fight, we lash ’em!
Top dollar paid, the call went out far and wide,
Bring us your best; mere men and dogs we deride.
A trader offered us the ultimate pit fighter for sale,
It will fight ten dogs? We thought it was a tall tale.
A striped beast was brought to us in heavy chains,
We should have killed it then, if we’d had any brains.
In a twelve-foot-deep pit the terrible beast was placed,
It will fight ten dogs; with whiskey the crowd was braced.
Instead of fighting, it jumped straight up into the crowd,
Excitement turned to terror. The screams were so loud!
In a blur it went through us like a striped chainsaw,
Cutting in every direction; talk about shock and awe!
One man, Lot, left town; before the beast he cowered,
But his wife went back for her jewels and was devoured.
Now the tiger lives in the woods and stalks us for food,
They say it’s punishment for our sins, for being so lewd.
So we’ve built a church and we pray to the Lord in the sky,
We’ve got to do something – anything – before we all die.
What do you think? Will the God of Abraham save us,
From the God of the Pit Fighters, who does crave us?
Click here to read more original poetry and short stories.
It’s true, in Sodom, there’s not a single church steeple.
We like to stage pit fights, that’s our only real passion,
Two dogs or two slaves; if they won’t fight, we lash ’em!
Top dollar paid, the call went out far and wide,
Bring us your best; mere men and dogs we deride.
A trader offered us the ultimate pit fighter for sale,
It will fight ten dogs? We thought it was a tall tale.
A striped beast was brought to us in heavy chains,
We should have killed it then, if we’d had any brains.
In a twelve-foot-deep pit the terrible beast was placed,
It will fight ten dogs; with whiskey the crowd was braced.
Instead of fighting, it jumped straight up into the crowd,
Excitement turned to terror. The screams were so loud!
In a blur it went through us like a striped chainsaw,
Cutting in every direction; talk about shock and awe!
One man, Lot, left town; before the beast he cowered,
But his wife went back for her jewels and was devoured.
Now the tiger lives in the woods and stalks us for food,
They say it’s punishment for our sins, for being so lewd.
So we’ve built a church and we pray to the Lord in the sky,
We’ve got to do something – anything – before we all die.
What do you think? Will the God of Abraham save us,
From the God of the Pit Fighters, who does crave us?
Click here to read more original poetry and short stories.
