Poem Part Two
"What do you want with my poem?" He said as his tone turned sharp and he crossed his arms and made an angry face at me, demonstrating his clear intent to deny me what I wanted. What a fool he was.
"Ha ha ha! have you not looked at me and seen the difference between the two of us?" I said, smiling as I did and flexing the fingers of my meaty hands that were made for wailing away on fools like him. Besides, he was a poet and there was few who could be as easily beaten as them.
"I'm not giving you my poem mister, so you can go away because this is a neigbourhood with watchful neighbours that won't hesitate to call the police, who will be here very soon." He said to me, momentarily shaking off the fear in his eyes that he was not doing a good job of hiding.
"Fool, Poem is more than just a thing of verse but is a living thing that called on me to save him from the shortness of your reach that will never be able to give him what he needs to be happy. And as his father, you should be delighted to see him reach his full potential." I said as I took a long step towards him, knowing that he would back away from me, all the while lacking any certainty at all that he could outrun me, no matter how much better he knew his little neighbourhood than me. Nothing would prevent me from getting what I wanted this day, no matter how watchful and prompt his nosey neighbours were.
"Poem is the best name that he could come up with for himself? Are you kidding me?" He said, chuckling to himself like that was the most important takeaway from this. What a shortsighted fool he was, not understanding what he had done, as improbable as it was that a fool like a simple poet could bring a poem to life. But there was no denying that Poem was living, breathing entity.
I shook my head and continued flexing my fingers as I knew that I was going to be punching him in the head very soon, knowing at the same time that he was going to fall very quickly because he was half a foot shorter than me as well as being a poet, which automatically meant he was going to lose to me without hardly any effort at all on my part. "You are an utter fool Paul Betheren, you have created a living thing and all you can think of is the name that he has chosen for himself? How could you think of that before anything else is beyond me."
Charles Petrie
Date
09-24-19
Time
"Ha ha ha! have you not looked at me and seen the difference between the two of us?" I said, smiling as I did and flexing the fingers of my meaty hands that were made for wailing away on fools like him. Besides, he was a poet and there was few who could be as easily beaten as them.
"I'm not giving you my poem mister, so you can go away because this is a neigbourhood with watchful neighbours that won't hesitate to call the police, who will be here very soon." He said to me, momentarily shaking off the fear in his eyes that he was not doing a good job of hiding.
"Fool, Poem is more than just a thing of verse but is a living thing that called on me to save him from the shortness of your reach that will never be able to give him what he needs to be happy. And as his father, you should be delighted to see him reach his full potential." I said as I took a long step towards him, knowing that he would back away from me, all the while lacking any certainty at all that he could outrun me, no matter how much better he knew his little neighbourhood than me. Nothing would prevent me from getting what I wanted this day, no matter how watchful and prompt his nosey neighbours were.
"Poem is the best name that he could come up with for himself? Are you kidding me?" He said, chuckling to himself like that was the most important takeaway from this. What a shortsighted fool he was, not understanding what he had done, as improbable as it was that a fool like a simple poet could bring a poem to life. But there was no denying that Poem was living, breathing entity.
I shook my head and continued flexing my fingers as I knew that I was going to be punching him in the head very soon, knowing at the same time that he was going to fall very quickly because he was half a foot shorter than me as well as being a poet, which automatically meant he was going to lose to me without hardly any effort at all on my part. "You are an utter fool Paul Betheren, you have created a living thing and all you can think of is the name that he has chosen for himself? How could you think of that before anything else is beyond me."
Charles Petrie
Date
09-24-19
Time
23:38-23:59=21
Word Count
Word Count
460
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