Crew cut kiss curl stood
above the goose steeping generals
with empty heads and olive green
jackets
dangling aluminium  war medals
for shooting ducks across the border
flying over Seoul

“Nfeuirok2fmdfiwe384194u3ujriwejm"
crew-cut kiss curl yelled.
“I told you 091874874814729”
( his swedish education was now showing!)

The train pulled out of pyongyang
with two thousand dead
that fed the famine. Only the driver
was alive clutching a loaf of bread.

stacked with cardboard cutout missiles
atop 1920s tanks and
painted with bloodred honesty
the entire nation goose stepped
to crew cuts orders.

He was as nutty as a fruitcake
but nobody laughed when he loaded
his only nuclear missile to bring down
the last remaining duck heading to Siberia.

Ha ha!

Author Notes
This is not a joke. Or is it?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago

I will put a spell on you to do
what I want, I will make you
moo like a cow or hop like a
frog. I control you now you
are mine, to do as I wish at
any time.

I control you to do things that
I want, you think this is some
thing that its really not, I tell
you this, you think your doing
that. My smile just grows as
you do all the crap jobs that I
will not.

A wave of the hand some words
said, So simple a spell to take
control and make you do this
and what is said. I love taking
control, and making you do the
things that your told to.

But then came the day when the
wrong word was said, and you
obeyed my ever word and I ended
up dead. Free from my words now
that I'm gone,did I take it to far as
you grin now that its done, and
give a kick for good riddance happy
now that you are free and I am gone.

Its to much to take, to always be
in pain, I look ok on the outside.
But the pain is within, muscles
ache when ever I move, like a
knife being constantly put in, is
this going to be like this for the
rest of my days.

I put on a brave face, not telling
them that I feel like crap, always
feeling tired even when I've slept
in, after 10 minutes I want to go
back to bed for the rest of the day.

This ***** as its spreading, is there
many more places for it to go, from
up above to down below, its like
poison ivy wrapping its vines around
and squeezing sensitive is my skin,
just the  tip of my finger gently on
my chest like being cut with knifes
over my skin.

Will I need tablets for the rest of my
life, will I be bed ridden as it attack
my hips from within, I will keep a
strong face, but inside I am screaming
in pain, you just cant see it on my face.

I say I'm this you say your that online
friendship an illusion of  pixel's seen
on a screen. I say I'm the age I think
you want me to be, but I can be what
ever I want behind this screen.

I talk with you and also them, grooming
them to be an online friend, I am not
what you think. I am older younger I
could be sixteen but really fifty three,
my age and *** is what I  wish it to be.

For online friendship is an illusion, you
see pixels and words can tell a thousand
lies, but you crave a friendship and with
that you found me and my lies.

I could ask you to do things, if not you
the new friend I meet last week. I am
an online friend but you'll never really
know am I a woman, a man  for all you
know I could be a teenage kid showing
friends what you sent me to show everybody.

Now on the web, for all to see and show.
Trust  no one that you have never meet in
person, as an on line friendship is just as
fake as the picture you may see that person
you'll probably never meet.

I know its
immature
but I giggle
to my self,
if its a silent
but deadly
and I walk
away and
hear everyone
blaming everyone else, even though its ME I giggle as I walk away...

Everything that is popular, may not be in demand.*- Amitav