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This is inspired by the novel in my library, the Order of the Dragon. My evil tyrant, Vanima Anastil, has goblins working for her, and this is probably what goes through their heads every day. Some rather twisted logic that shows how stupid they really are. Personally, I wouldn't want to have a goblin for a mother. Would you?
I wrote this for my Literature class, and for those who are familiar with poetry terms, this is written in a dramatic monologue style.
Feel free to laugh at the morons and count my syllables. After all, this is a haiku :).
The Mind of a Goblin
Why ain’t we done yet?
What’s up with us needin’ jobs?
We don’t need this junk!
Why we gotta work fer her?
We’re goblins proud. Right!
We’re a clever lot, we are.
She treats us like trash,
good fer nothin’ piece o’ filth.
Why we stand fer it?
‘Cause mom’d skin our ‘ides, she would.
She’d roast us alive,
grab ‘er pitchfork an’ start it.
We have it good. Right!
She’d say we had food to eat,
an’ that’s enough. Right!
Scared of mom, we are.
Scared of the tyrant, too, yep.
Guess we’ll work today.
Sssh, don’t tell mom we said stuff.
We was just talkin’.
Nothin’ to go reportin’.
Yer a human, right?
Yep. Zip yer lip and go ‘way.
We love this hard work.
We love mud, we’re tellin’ ya.
Go ‘way an’ stay ‘way.
Yer the reason we ain’t done!
By Jess L. Rhapsodos
|The Order of the Dragon Chapter H||The Order of the Dragon Chapter J|
|The Fall of Babylon.htm||Riddle, Riddle, Chant, and Rhyme|
|Siren Introduction.htm||Behind the Mask|