For October 1998 I kept with the spirit of the season by posting one of my few macabre poems. Read on, if you dare...
Lunatic
It is that time of the month, my lass
My changing cycle has come to pass
I hear the call and reply in kind
A poem by Gisburg comes to mind
First I take off all my clothes
That way they don't tear, I suppose
I don't get cold, though, no not me
Not even when it's quite chilly
But now it's summertime I fear
I overheat this time of year
Life's hard already to endure
But flea and tick season is such a chore
So when I go out I'm really quite pissed
My rage, it cannot be simply dismissed
I feast on many these three long nights
Even those that advocate animal rights
It's lonely at time I must confess
My social life is always a mess
Relationships fail, they all go awry
And then my ex-girlfriends just happen to die
But now I have no time for ennui
You're my latest victim, but what do I see?
That look in your eyes I really adore
But I'm afraid instinct I cannot ignore
I tear at your throat and look at the sky
The moon is full and so am I
I really can't eat another bite
Though you may think me impolite
To leave you like this in such a state
You think you're dying, but just you wait
A mortal wound? No, you'll recover
And very soon you will discover
That is just 28 days time
You'll have a coat to rival mine
But now I leave you on this lawn
I must depart before the dawn
I skulk away, my hunger sated
To live in shadows I've been fated
But next month I'll have company
Cause you'll be in them along with me.
There. Not the best thing I've ever written, but at least it's seasonally appropriate.
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