Week 535 (September 1-15). Poems topic: Skeleton Key.

[M]

You have until September 15 to post a poem, and from September 16-22 we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Skeleton Key.

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

[Nicky]

Thanks M, that's an interesting prompt!

[Brett]

Virtual Oasis
By Brett A. Starr on September 5, 2022

A book I read called “Ready Player One”
By Ernest Cline, an ingenious creation
The setting of Columbus, Ohio 2044
Many had necessities, but not much more

Created a desire for all to escape reality
Appealing to the vast majority
A science-fiction story once unfurled
About a virtual utopian fantasy world

The Oasis was the place all wanted to go
James Halladay’s creation continued to grow
One day he died, but from his trivial mind
He left an Easter egg contest for all in kind

Three skeleton keys of copper, crystal and jade
Opened three gates to clues to find the egg
Awarding the ultimate prize of Gregarious Games
Valued at a half trillion dollars, the winner claims

A triumphant battle for evil versus good
Add in the element of love and I knew it would
Produce a favorable and entertaining story
Of adventure, excitement and eternal glory

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Bawitdaba
GENRE: Kid Rock Parody
RATING: R for sexual content and language



VERSE 1
I start my truck by breathing into a tube
I drive around high school looking for boobs
You call it statutory? I call it mandatory
Like making a poncho out of Old Glory
And wearing it while playing for my man W
And doing it again for his far-right substitute
My skeleton key can open anyone’s lock
Now get in my bed and try to love Kid Rock!

CHORUS 1
Browitdabro
The camel toe
Licky, licky, licky
Until your leggy-weggies become sticky

VERSE 2
The reason why my tickets sell for so damn cheap?
‘Cause y’all work at Wal-Mart seven days a week
I relate to the struggle in my comfortable mansion
While poverty kills like a family of Mansons
I got a tennis court and a swimming pool
And a hummer that runs on hundred dollar fuel
You can look for answers, but you know it’s a crock
Now get in my bed and try to love Kid Rock!

CHORUS 2
Blahwitdablah
The biggie bra
Jiggy, jiggy, jiggy
Until my peter becomes a stiffy

CHORUS 3
Blewwitdablew
Come on to you
Sicky, sicky, sicky
You don’t have to be so damn picky

BRIDGE
Love!
Is what I hate!
Don’t need no peace!
War!

CHORUS 4
Byewitdabye
I want to cry
Crowbar city
I’m in jail, it’s such a pity

[Nicky]

Yikes Garrison, sorry but I'm afraid that's all a bit too explicit for my taste. I'm glad you put the warning at the start I'd hate for anyone to be offended or triggered.

[Garrison]

I don't blame you if you want to forgo reading this. It's a parody of Kid Rock's music and I might have been a little too on the nose with this satire. He's a vile human being, so that's what I tried to reflect in the lyrics.