Evil
Skills of the past,
masters of torture,
those who know how to produce the most pain with the least effort,
these things may be dwindling
pliers, tong, nails, and needles,
droplets of water, innocuous in their own contexts,
some still strive to develop their talents with these tools.
now there is a virtuoso,
using a tiny needle so small to be unnoticed,
with skill so deft that the point can be lowered with precision to a spot so small that even those being tortured marvel,
a spot on the edge of a ring around a disc
with electrodes that expand it’s vibrations
to plague any within many yards of its sinister movements
it screams out Jingle Bell Rock
I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas
It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas
Little Drummer Boy
Frosty the Snowman……….
December 2, 2011 at 5:37 am |
Hmm. Christmas Evil. So far, I haven’t been subjected to it. Maybe that’s why I stay in the house and don’t talk to anyone, ever.