mcradloff Poetry (529)

Being a Catholic
is more than looking the other way
when Father Jim is fondling his alter boys
Being a Catholic is more than giving your money
so the bishops can live in luxery and travel all the time
Being a Catholic is more than sitting in church
bored out of your mind and eating and drinking Jesus
like some cannibal like Jeffery Dahmer
Being Catholic is about traditions
evern if those traditions don't seem like
they do anything for anyone
Being Catholic is about forgiving the companies their greed
of paying workers under ten bucks an hour
so God can forgive you of your sin
of hoping the managers and owners get cancer
or burn in hell
or have a really bad life
Being a Catholic is about keeping the Pope rich
and the flock desperately poor and needy
Being Catholic is about loving your babies
enough to have every one
even if that means canceling your cable
so you can feed them ramen noodles
Being Catholic is all about love of your God
Jesus, and your worst enemies
Being Catholic is about knowing God loves you
but only will let you be forgiven
if and only if a prist hears your confessions
Amen

Mac and Cheese
Doritos
Mello Yello
Mountain Dew
Rent
Car
Gas
Car Repairs
Car Insurance
Movie tickets
Pumpkins
shoes
cds
green fees
blue jeans
work boots
health care
dental care
time away from work
house
private land
privacy
airplane
your own island
jet skis
golf cart
mp3 music player
help for poor friends and family
vacations around the world

I started out in the late 70's with a radio and a hand held tape recorder
Then at Christmas 1982 I got a record player with tape recorder and 8-track
Then in 1999 I bought a CD player and compact discs
I bought an XBOX in 2004 and put CDs into digital form on it
Then today I successfully stored songs on my first MP3 player
It was motivated by a friend who lost their satellite radio
So tonight I will try to play it in their car and on my wireless speaker at home
I have bought many tapes, many cds
I have listened to some great music
Most of it coming out last century
Ed Sherran is the only artist of the last three years to make a song I like
Castle on the Hill

He once was a good man
But war turned him sour
Many of his generation drank themselves to death
He chose to go further
To a new hell not just in war
But forever in hell
He found a box
Made of wood and covered in fancy metallic designs
Whoever opened the box would be dragged into hell
Dragged by large metal fish hooks attached to chains
There they would either be tormented for eternity or become a demon
the box saw in this military man a monster
A monster that would become one of the worst nightmares for many
Angels to some
Demons to others
A man with pins all over his face and head
A white head with squares cut by unseen knife wielder
Where each intersection of a cut would have a metallic spike
Pinhead would go down as a memorable monster indeed

Hi!
My name is Ed Gein
I used to live with my momma
But she died
I got so lonely that I felt the need to do some pretty appalling stuff
I killed women and then fashioned their corpses into a number of things
A nipple belt
A chair seat made of human skin
A costume I dressed up in made of women's skin
I would dance around in the moonlight pretending to be a woman
I kept heads in my bedroom hung from the wall
I fed the human meat of these women to neighbors who thought it was deer
I engaged in cannibalism myself
My last victim Bernice Worden had her heart found on my stove
He headless corpse dressed out like a deer
She hung from her feet with a tackle and pulley system
I died in 1984
Many thought I was a nice harmless man
I never dug up any corpses in the cemetary
I just made that up to cover all the murders
I inspired Psycho and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
My hometown is Plainfield, Wisconsin

The story of a man who goes insane
He tries to murder his wife and child
But only ends up killing a black man and freezing to death
Lost in a hedge maze
But is this story that much fantasy?
What about the killer in Las Vegas?
What about the countless nameless victims all over this land
People who's only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time
What is the solution to all this madness?
How do we create people who don't go nuts?
Or people who are totally sane but still commit horrific crimes
Fathers who are nice to their children
That would be a start
And mothers who actually think ahead and have kids they want
And kids they can afford to have
Gun control
I don't own a gun
Because I don't believe in pointing a deadly weapon at any one
I don't believe in taking them away from people though
Cause then only the criminals would have guns
Chicago is a good example of this

Listen to me and you will be rich
Buy my best selling books on tape:
How to Convince Losers to Spend Their Hard Earned Money on Your Worthless Books on Tape
Using God and People's Fear of Death as a Money Maker
Also, You Bought This Book Sucker, Now I'm The One Who's Really Rich!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
How about this classic
Hey Fool, I May Write It, But I Don't Actually Live By It,
I Tell You What To Do ,
But I'll Be Damned If I'm Gonna Do It!
Also my other book
You Bought This Book on Tape and I Took the Money and Spent It On
Gambling, Drinking, and Hookers!

Halloween
I celebrate it from September 15 thru October 31
I spend most of my time watching horror movies
I always start with a documentary of battered wives
After that there are classics like Child's Play
The Shining, Hellraiser, The Omen, Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Halloween, Pumpkinhead, Lost Boys, Evil Dead, Alien
The Exorcist, Carrie, The Silence of the Lambs
I read various books about the halocaust, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy
Book of crimes, 1984, and various children's books
The Pumpkin Giant, monster joke books, Ghost Charlie, The Fat Cat
I carve one pumpkin a week and three for Halloween night
I decorate my apartment and porch and behind my apartment
My newest decoration is the clown from the movie It
It is just his decapitated head with a hook protruding from his mouth
It has a rope to hang it from the pine tree out back
I already have the black and orange halloween fortune cookies
Now I'm waiting for the candy cigarettes to give out to the trick or treaters

You adopted me
I thank you much
But what you don't know
I'm wicked evil and such
You think I'm an eight year old girl
But in reality I'm 33
I suffer a rare form of dwarfism
So what I really am you don't see
I killed the last family who adopted me
The husband didn't want me sexually
But he couldn't understand
I'm not eight
I'm 33
I killed a nun
I have killed your husband too
Now I almost killed your son
I almost killed your daughter too
But you stopped me
Kicked me in the head
Now I'm drowned at the bottom of this lake
Here I lay dead
But still I'm thankful for you adopting me
The eight year old girl who was 33

A circle surrounded by circles around my pinky
The one next to that has the same
My middle finger has an upward swoosh that starts from the left
The one by my thumb has a mountain like design
And my thumb has an upward swoosh like my middle finger
That was my right hand
On my left hand starting at my pinky
a swoosh upward starting from the right on every finger
except for the one next to my pinky which is circles
I use my left thumb to purchase food and drink items in the cafeteria
It can recognize my unique thumb print and identify me by it
Maybe in the future we won't need cash
We can just purchase everything with our thumb print

Crap here
Crap there
There's crap everywhere
Piles upon piles
Always moving stuff
Always tripping over stuff
It's all insanity!
It's all confusion!
It's all madness!
Throw it away
Throw it away
You say no!
I might sell it some day
I can use that
That holds sentimental value
I can't waste
Money is too tight
I look at the bicycle you found on the side of the road
You say it is in good shape
Who is it for?
Your child has grown
Piles go and piles come
In the end
It's just a hoarding sickness
Now where is the dog?

I was walking home from school on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods and I lost my way
It was getting late and I was scared and alone
Then a mean old man took my hand and led me home
Mama couldn't see him but he was standing there
I knew in my heart he was answer to my nightmares
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me to create our darkest hours
To show us how to die
To teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
Life had troubled times
Had me down on my knees
There's always been someone to come along and frighten me
A harsh word from a stranger to take my self esteem
A phone call from a collector just to say where is my cash
Ain't it kinda funny at the dark end of the road
Someone blocks the way with just a single word of doubt
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me
To create our darkest hours
Show us how to die
Teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
To guide us with the darkness of hate