Served on a tin plate,
Bread as hard as stone,
Along it my fate,
Not one unbroken bone.1
Skin starts to peel,
Eyes start to shrivel.
To be fed a meal,
Of senseless drivel.2
Bread eaten,
Crumbs too.
Picked, beaten,
And bruised too.3
Children cry,
Laugh and scream.
Tears fall shy,
Images to dream.4
The sight I,
An old mangled fiend,
Ready to die,
And convened,5
With others gone,
Cast to earth,
Right before dawn,
To show us our worth.6
So the keeper,
Draws near,
And like the reaper,
He is something to fear.7
Ragged suit,
Dead flower,
Lethally mute,
And awfully sour.8
Pouted face,
He must find,
A new Freak,
To replace.9
So I recite my prayers,
To a god not there,
To hope a freak tears,
The scalp off master's hair.10
Remember me,
The old brute,
Who was never free,
From the cold iron boot.11
Born into it,
Died part of it,
Never a day off,
Never.12
As I lie there,
Dead long ago.
Although my body still moves,
Caged in the Freak Show.
Author notes
Mind Block over, Yes I am part of your group... If you've read any other Freak Show Poems you would know who I am...
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OMG! This freak show place is eeevvviiilll!!! Awesome poem, great rhythm and rhym and an interesting topic. Fantastic work! Thanx for entering my competiton, good luck
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Awsome rhyme!!!!
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Oh...SO sorry! Idked it was YOU!
*Shakes you and pleads for forgiveness*
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