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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Phantom Pain

The Phantom was having a rough day
No one was taking him seriously-
An elderly woman with a small dog
was sitting his seat
and that bloated diva Carlotta
still couldn't sing worth a damn!

He thought he had made himself clear-
Threatened "a disaster beyond your imagination"
should his demands be ignored
Then he received the note

He, the Phantom,  was being charged:
"making serious threats of bodily harm,
and creating a hostile work environment"
This was unbelievably insulting
He was the one bullied
all those "monster" and "gargoyle" taunts
Now they were accusing him?

It must have been that twit, Christine
He should have known not to trust her
A beauty for sure 
but one crystal short of a full chandelier
He was only trying to encourage her
flatter her
and now, he's looking at a sexual harassment charge!

Homeland Security had been notified too
Seems that "You will curse the day you did not do 
all that the Phantom asked of you"
was perceived as a terrorist threat
Good God! 

No hope of coming above ground now
O.G. was a criminal suspect!
Oh well
the daylight hurt his eye anyway
He would wait until this blew over
He had his music
and his stash of Hustler magazines.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, Mashup

4 comments:

Fireblossom said...

LOL! Pooooor Opera Ghost!

Gillena Cox said...

LOL

much love...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh I love it! The illustration was just too, too much. I thought the poem couldn't possibly top that — but it did. Congratulations. :)

Trish said...

very amusing and clever Miss Mouse