Yesterday I Met a Monster

Yesterday I Met a Monster

A Poem by Neville

Yesterday I Met a Monster




Yesterday, I met a monster


disguised as a man ..


He arrived in my clinic on 


a British racing green


mobility scooter and was


bang on time too ..


Now I wouldn’t suggest he


was dressed


to impress, but rather to


shock and to


make sure he got noticed ..


However, he would


surely stand out in a crowd,


any crowd that is ..


Yesterday, I met a monster


dressed as a man ..


His clothes smelled of 1970’s


cologne and had


a well-worn sheen to them ..


He made me feel


dirty just by his, being there ..


He wore his


hair tied back beneath an old


bowler hat


and his beard was braided ..


By the way,


he never took that hat off


once and wore


far too many lapel badges


for my liking ..


Yesterday, I met a monster


who spoke like


a very well educated man ..


And who wore


his mighty collection of age


inappropriate


lapel badges, much like an


old soldier might


wear his campaign medals ..


He was clearly


also proud of the electronic


tagging device


strapped to his right ankle,


since he pursed


his lips and smiled when


I referred to it ..


Yesterday, I met a monster


who raped an


eight year old child then


assaulted two


others, all while they were


on holiday


in a tent by the sea with


their parents


apparently close by to them ..


The monster


in question, had only been


released on


supervised licence, a month


previously ..


Having served in excess of


twenty five years


of his life to date, behind bars ..


The monster


subsequently insisted he was


entirely innocent


of all charges, that he had no


recollection of it


and therefore, it must have


been someone else ..


The monster changed his story


several times


throughout that interview ..


He began to insist


it was the voices had told him ..


Then when that


failed to tease out a diagnosis ..


He began to cry


and claimed he was the victim ..


That all three,


of them, two girls and a boy


had egged him on ..


He was so good a liar, he was


almost convincing ..


But by the end of next month,


I am sure he


will go down again for a very


long time indeed ..


Yes, yesterday I met a monster ..


I just wish I had


then enough guts to have killed it ..

 

© 2024 Neville


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This world is full of monsters. Years ago I met one like this serving life without parole who had killed his wife 40 years older than he and her two grand daughters 8 and ten blowing off their heads with a shot gun and then raping the dead bodies. He called the police and told them of what he did and when picked up said the devil had crawled into his whisky bottle and made him do it. He was still speaking to that devil when I spoke with him years latter in his prison cell. When young he had fallen from a train and split his head open with the brains falling out and being stuffed back in by his mother that bound the wound with a rag and never took him to a doctor. He was a little strange after that. Great write Neville monsters inspire such strong emotions in us it is no wonder that we write about them in poems, fairy tales, news papers and are all afraid of them from childhood on.

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Neville

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Yep, the world is full of em .. thanks for feeling it my way my friend .. Neville



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This world is full of monsters. Years ago I met one like this serving life without parole who had killed his wife 40 years older than he and her two grand daughters 8 and ten blowing off their heads with a shot gun and then raping the dead bodies. He called the police and told them of what he did and when picked up said the devil had crawled into his whisky bottle and made him do it. He was still speaking to that devil when I spoke with him years latter in his prison cell. When young he had fallen from a train and split his head open with the brains falling out and being stuffed back in by his mother that bound the wound with a rag and never took him to a doctor. He was a little strange after that. Great write Neville monsters inspire such strong emotions in us it is no wonder that we write about them in poems, fairy tales, news papers and are all afraid of them from childhood on.

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Neville

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Yep, the world is full of em .. thanks for feeling it my way my friend .. Neville
That indeed is a monster!! No that is a devil or demon in human form. The description of how the evil is dressed and smelled is fitting for its demeanor.

Many of us wish we had the guts to kill such evil that walks this earth.

I’m at a loss for words as what to say. Some topics are hard for me to fathom yet we know they exist and wish like hell they didn’t!!

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Neville

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many thanks for visiting and for seeing it my way
Poetic Beauty

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You are welcome and those encounters are vile and stomach clinching. Makes you want to vomit. Some p.. read more
What a story! What a use of words to tell that story!

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Neville

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Thanks a million Ken .. AGT's .. Neville

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