Bogus Junk - Those He Killed [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Bogus Junk - Those He Killed [r]



Yesterday I sighed, but now I smile since the
unsettling news is all made-up bogus junk to
ensnare the gullible like me - and the lesson
learned is whatever appears on World News
Daily Report is fake because this site posts

nonsense to lure traffic - they caught me in
their net and I spent a terrible night thinking
the world has gone mad - luckily it's all fun
and games and I'll not blame the amazingly
inventive authors who spread their imitation

articles through the ‘net as original thinkers
give life a boost with material for films and
books, now I laugh at the stuff that scared
me, like a so-called butcher engaged killing
71 people & the phantasmagorical morgue

doctor - it's all silly scaring tactics and from
now on I'll be wary, weigh pros and cons of
any news broadcast for free - it's mostly a
con and makes me see in which important
ways we need to learn from our mistakes -

My apologies to all who were as shocked
as me last night!


[Those He Killed (REV) ]

I got it - a Portuguese request - did the job and
then sent it to the section they insisted it's to be
checked - though superior is absent; they'll need
wait for her return - I moved on to Arabic; today
the other section questioned whether we'd sent
the Portuguese to its client? I said it was sent to
Mother Abbess who'd returned, she'd thought it
was already processed & would check it today;
I sigh, my head filled with news off the Internet

A 16-year old babysitter took crystal meth - then
tried eat her charge, a 3-month old baby, found
covered with barbecue sauce in the microwave,
bite marks on feet & arms - my mind filled with
dread; a Canadian-Congolese journalist insists
DNA tests prove he's Prince William's dad - &
they ask for a Portuguese Import Permit done 3
weeks ago with all this in my head - & a 600lb
woman gave birth to a 30lb baby - they'd held
the translation back to gain a superior's okay

You did not bring it to her attention - I can't help
you there - an ex-army slaughterhouse butcher
killed 71 people over 17 years & disposed of the
bodies among carcasses he cut up and sold - a
necrophiliac morgue assistant impregnated by
a corpse - my head spinning - look at their eyes;
a Gulf War veteran - his eyes are dead, look at
the morgue doctor's darkened eyes showing the
shadow of unending suffering; it says the killer
did those he killed a favour…]

Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,satire
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