Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

Rookie (10/04/1993 / Laguna Hills California)

Gregor - Poem by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

SHOULD I kill you Gregor?
You are a vermin, a creature.
Thousands of legs, hard shell,
but a beast from the fires of hell!
White spots, gooey and filthy.
You make no more money.
You cost us so many earnings.
And we now have nothing!

Should we get rid of you Gregor?
Should we dump you over a bridge?
And cry huddling together as you fall?
Going splash—despondently sinking away?
Should we abandon you Gregor, my brother?

You are not my brother, least not anymore!
Lest having you will ruin my future, Gregor.
I will miss you Gregor, but only the real Gregor.
For you are no longer the Gregor whom I loved.
You are the vermin who used to be Gregor
The Real Gregor has been dead for WEEKS!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 30, 2011

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