Midnights Voice

Rookie - 781 Points (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Don't Do This At Home


When I lived in Wichita Falls, Texas, age three, I used to go around
the house collecting bugs and spiders. Mostly scorpions (from the sinks and bathtubs and shoes) and black widow spiders (from everywhere) and take them ouside.

Then I would dig a pit in the dirt, dust, sand, or whatever it was, then soak it in gasoline (taken without my father's permission which he would not
have given and wisely so since a year or so later I almost burned down our house) .

Oh! The gasoline pit!

Then I would put a spider and a scorpion into the presoaked pit and set it on fire. (I loved matches) You would think that the creatures first instinct
would be to flee but instead they would attack each other and burn up in the pit. (neat) Two down and a whole house to go. Bugs, not actually the
house. Thus began my early studies in hate.
Hate will only succumb to death. (neat again) So you were reading at age four? I was working on my PhD at age three.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry


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  • Bronze Star - 6,337 Points Neela Nath (8/9/2014 9:35:00 PM)

    A satire indeed.What you did at the age of innocence and ignorance, the grownups are doing it it globally.Hatred sets world on fire.A fine message is brought here thru parallel events.Loved. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,655 Points Lyn Paul (8/9/2014 7:21:00 AM)

    Whilst reading this Diane actually came to my mind straight away. Then funny to se her comment. Your poor mum. Lucky the family survived your adventures. Not the bugs. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 261 Points Adeline Foster (8/7/2014 3:44:00 PM)

    Exactly, Diane, and Thomas, one would believe that a sad, introverted life would follow, yet you have retained some humor. That’s good. Read mine – Flies, Flies, Flies –
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,381 Points Diane Hine (8/7/2014 6:36:00 AM)

    This disturbing poem (shocking actually) has a great ending.
    Congratulations on surviving childhood. (Report) Reply

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