Tag Archives: Out

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Mickey’s Christmas Hit Men

Empire

Walt
is your
Daddy
&
Mickey
has Come
to Collect
#‎B27321

Mickey Is
What He’s All Ways Been
a Hit Man
For the Disney Mob.
Whether He’s Playing
the Pencil Pushing Hapless Scribe;
Meek & Needy,
So Poor He Doesn’t Have a Dime
or As an Enforcer
For the King of Crime.
He Was Working
For Ebenezer
the Richest Duck
In All the Land
& to Get the Money
for Walt
He Had a Devious Plan.
Drive That Scrooge
to InSanity
With Pity & ReMorse
at All the Dirty Deeds
That Have Bloodied
His Red Hands,
Because you See
Wealth
Was the Source
of All His Wicked Pride.
Forcing All the Children
to Work For Him
Not Disney
In His Hellish Mine,
Starving
as They Worked
Cannibalism
Would Break Out
From Time to Time.
Laughing At the Shillings
He Would Save
When the Killings
Began Again
Maybe Even
This Very Day.
Did He Reminisce
About the Many Rivals
He Had Killed
aLong His Long Black Past.
Namely,
That Goofy Jacob Marley
He Garroted
With His Own Two Fists
or That Whore
He Loved
Named Daisy
Who Gave Him
a Horrible Fit
of the Drip
& How About
When He Sold His Soul
to the Agent of Satan;
the Mighty Mr. Toad.
Who He Killed Out of Envy
to Gain the Formers Role
to Live As Long As Ever
If He Never Lost Control.
He Had Minnie
& Timmy
& Even the Giant Willie
to Help Him Carry Out
His Evil Scheme
to Put That Duck Through the Ringer
& Squeeze Out Every Thing.
For Only Two Choices
Does He Have
Visit Him
With Three Dark Sins
or Put Him In a Can.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/149484/mickey-s-christmas-hit-men

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Gustave Dore

Fuck, Fuck; Fucked

To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/140584/fuck-fuck-fucked

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

the Kennels of Men

my Biggest
Fear
That I
Will Have
to Kill
Again
&

Again
the Seer
Said
There Were
Wolves
Parading
As Men
&

I
Was Him
you See
the Taste
was Acquired
In
the Kennels
the Pen
Where
They Taught
you
the Value
of Sin
&

Size
Did Not
Matter
On Wit
you Lived
&

the
Only
Win
Was Standing
Out Side
Bars
That
Did Not
Bend
That my
Friend
Is Fear
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/48854/the-kennels-of-men

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Jean-Léon Gérôme

Jean-Léon Gérôme

I Think

It

Just Began

When

you Went

to Hold

my Hand

the Plan

With Out

Knowing

the Hierarchy

Of

the Clan

Damn

From

With In

Not

With Out

the Proser

Staff

Have to

Make It

Count

Founded On

Gratitude

&

Chops

Willing to

Get In

the Ring

&

Tackle

Any Thing

That Is

the Song

I Sing

Mainly

to Entertain

me

&

Spark

an Interest

In my

Art

May be

Find a

Friend

Make

my Circle

Better

Than

When

I Start

That Is

What

Is In

my Hollow

Hollow

Heart

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/36783/untitled

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

This

Was

Beyond .

The Black

Sun

Blazed

Through me.

Burning Out

the

Freeing me.

Of

the

That Is

.

https://twitter.com/B27321/status/667395057981505536

Leave a comment

Filed under Posts