Goth Meet The Goth Poem by Kevin Patrick

Goth Meet The Goth



Shall it be a merry feast, or a marital melee?
If the nocturnal misfits met their epithet parents
Barging from antiquity whilst carousing for a parley
In the chic urban backstreets for usurping descendants

Will the welcome mat be laid or the call to arms be sewn
Hanging in the backroom of the London Dungeon
Where melancholy teens watch their Bacchus lairs get blown
By the belligerent nomads cruising for a bludgeon

Now cue the awkward stairs and lethargic mass-applauds
As the cultural dimorphism builds up a static charge
The poor Teutonic’s twitch to the histrionic songs
Whiles their adolescence ringers gag to the putrid Smells

Its postromantic libertines versus plague ridden pagans
Should the dread of existence encroach an empty stomach?
And boredom impede the imminent threat of total famine
Within this cold era of egoistic existential drama

Let the Black dressed disciples with their new order bibles
Can get well acquainted with cut throating robbers
To fulfill their long dreams of the opulent gallows
As the medieval heavens can bask in the comforts of a shower

So throw down the gauntlet to the worthy nomads
And lay down the torch to the ancestors knees
Let teen angst up against medieval bandits
And the Goth meet the Goth in the one way defeat

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
What would happen if 4 century German goths met modern users of their name? . Probably a brawl and I think I know which one Id pick to win
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 30 March 2014

in the one way defeat, good writing.

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