At the End of the Rainbow

At the End of the Rainbow

A Poem by Brian Lockard

Some day,

We get to an age,

An age where every year

There are two candles on your cake

No matter what

An age where one stops counting

And realizes we all share the same epoch

But for those with a little extra sugar in our milk,

A pot of gold awaits

And how does one acquire?

If I knew, I wouldn’t be here

Banging on this keyboard

Like a diseased orangutan

But there are theories passed down

Like hereditary illnesses

My secret,

I keep a leprechaun in a cage

Under my desk

I feed him cooked oysters and raw w****s

I torture him with callow sentiments

and honeyed promises of brotherhood

Until he screams vile obscenities

In his little green overalls

Hopefully one day

He’ll just tell me where to find it,

The gold

But sometimes

He gives me a decent line or two

Like right now

© 2017 Brian Lockard

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Any help is good help. Leprechaun are usually pretty wordy. Nice ending to the entertaining poem.

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Added on October 2, 2017
Last Updated on October 2, 2017
Tags: leprechauns, fantasy, gold, wealth, greed, poetry, poems, prose, love, existential crisis, dreams, hate


Brian Lockard
Brian Lockard

Chicago, IL

Poet, budding novelist, student, etc. Wish me luck Twitter: @Ave_invicti Instagram: lockardesque more..