Friday, December 9, 2011

Hex




Here's a poem that was inspired by my teasing a fellow coworker while she was feeling under the weather. I predicted since I was poking fun at her situation, that I'd be stricken with her illness. That night, my body had to fight off symptoms of the flu.  That got me thinking just how much power the mind has. Unless of course, she really did try to put a hex on me. This one's for you Laura. 



Hex
By Nomar Knight

You snickered when I said I was ill
As if I had swallowed a bitter pill
My lips curled in disgust
Beware of who you trust
It's not nice to step on the defenseless
For that you'll pay with your senses

Upon seeing your image on the mirrored wall
One by one your teeth shall fall
And your skin will shrivel and wrinkle
Every hour you'll run to sprinkle
Buzzing bees and fruity flies
Will burst your skin and bug your eyes

Around your nose a wart will grow
Releasing snot with continuous flow
And constant breath that smells funky
Will make you appear as if a junky
Your friends will fade away for good
Steal your money like Robin Hood

So next time you poke fun of me
I'll scratch your face and bust your knee
All without a single touch
My witchery spells work in a clutch
For I am from the stronger sex
Mess with me and suffer my hex



©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

3 comments:

  1. Very cool poem... just goes to show... careful what you say:)

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  2. Thanks Tania. Just poking fun at myself.

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  3. Voodoo dolls are better than hex's. The poem is great, though!

    Blaze

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