Randy Johnson


Frankenstein's Monster - Poem by Randy Johnson

I built a living creature with every body part that I could find.
I had no idea that I was giving him a psychopathic mind.
He has a flat head, green skin and bolts in his neck.
He escaped from my lab and he's on a violent trek.

He has killed ten men, eight women and even a little boy.
The villagers are after my creature because he must be destroyed.
When I stitched him together, I didn't know that he would kill.
All I wanted to do was create life and now misery is what I feel.

My creature will continue his killing spree, there's no doubt.
Surprisingly he just returned to my lab and I blew his brains out.
It's great that he's dead because his carnage was as deadly as a disease.
I'm responsible for my creature's murders and I'll surrender to the authorities.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 22, 2010



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