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baked bean song - PI Bennett

Nightmare On Toast

 

 

My brothers and sisters

deceased and digesting.

I try to lie still

but I tremble and pray like a coward.

 

A sword and four daggers

descend, casting shadows.

I don’t want to die!

But I’m scraped from the plate and I plummet

 

Land splat on a family

of crushed, soggy tea bags

Caged up in a carcass

of dry bones and flesh decomposing

 

The lid slams. I feel like

I’m trapped in my old tin

But this time I’m suffocating

in the stench and the darkness

 

Then light flares, an air surge

I gasp for my life

But the fingers above

knot the plastic black sack as I’m screaming

 

The teabags beneath me

colliding and jolting

in time with the footsteps

Then just for a second we’re flying

 

A thud and we crash

I fall under the carcass

past slimy, dead lettuce,

between mouldy parmesan cheese

 

A distant sound screeches -

approaching and hungry

A monster whose rumbling

belly vibrates the whole street

 

A cannibal beak

stabs and tears the black membrane.

I spill from the hole

and roll into a crack on the pavement.

 

A fog of hot monster breath

gases and chokes us

Its metal jaws grinding

The magpie escapes to its tree top

 

The bag and its innards -

scooped up and lobbed skywards,

One gulp then devoured.

I grieve for the family of teabags.

 

Weeks pass and I shrivel.

Bean baked by the sunshine.

Surrounded by moss

and my neighbours, the ants and two earwigs,

who presume I’m a small lump of gravel,

living life in a crack on the pavement

growing old in my home on the pavement.

 

©2011 Mark C Bird

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