Here is a poem I had to write for Language Arts at school. The theme was "Something's Strange..." and my mom gave me the idea, but I took it to a farther extent. I have to present on the second Friday in January. Comments and whatnot are appreciated and welcomed. Hopefully read the whole thing and enjoy :)
My Parasitic Alien Zombie Friend Gus
I once had a good friend his name was Gus
A parasitic alien zombie skeleton dripping with pus
He loved to jump, play, and be "it" in tag
No matter what the circumstances I could not glance at his bag
He would talk about pain, misery and death
While maggots worms and spiders crawled out with every breath
We would watch TV, run, skip, and learn
If I looked at is bag, his face would be quite stern
We would watch scary movies, such as The Thing
His pale, bony, charred face always festering
Ah the trips we would take to the center of hell
If I touched his bag he'd be furious and yell
We'd pretend to be rockstars, glamorously we posed
He accidentally fell, intestines exposed
For hours on end we chatted and dreamed
Until I grabbed his bag, he punched me and screamed
I told him to chill but he would not agree
He pushed me to the ground and fell on top of me
I choked out, "Please reconsider!" He said, "All is done"
He pulled out his vile, blood spewing tongue
His tongue licking my face I turned my head to vomit
Billions of roaches crawled on the puke and feasted on it
He reached in his bag and I screamed for my life
I spotted a twelve inch blood covered knife
LIke a potato Gus peeled the flesh off my head
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" I said
He hoarsely laughed and devoured my ear
What would happen next would be my darkest fear
He hastily got off me to grab his sack
I took my only chance and kicked him in the back
Out from his bag a baseball bat rolled
I grabbed it and swung it crushing his skull
His head fell off and I smashed it in half
I smirked at him triumphantly but he merely laughed
I stared at what was left of Gus's body at awe
He found what he was looking for - a buzzing chainsaw
He charged after me his chainsaw hacking through bone
"What have I done?" I cried in a dying tone
He smiled and tore off my leg glaring at it, so divine
He plunged his hand into my back and ripped out my spine
Gorging down the spine he realized he was wrong
He approached me and handed me his bag for which I longed
I gleefully looked inside of it but to my despise
It scared me to death, I fell over and died
Gus rolled over with laughter, "You fell for it!" he said
In the bag was corpses, organs, severed limbs and heads
This whole time the horrid killing was a practical joke
So don't let a parasitic alien zombie skeleton be your bloke
