Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login

More from DeviantArt


Submitted on
April 13, 2012
File Size
2.0 KB



they called 'im tiddly beadly diddley
but 'is real name was Ted O'Reilly -
dumbfounded, awestruck, dumb fuck;
he was my client and best friend
up until he met 'is 'orrifyingly
gruesome end.

last I seen 'im was yesterday,
a brighter afternoon in May
when butterflies and sparrows
go all apeshit o'er the skies:
come to think of it, we had the
most awkward of goodbyes.

he was going on and on about
spiked wheels and a flying trout
or was it a swimming eagle?
bottom line is, he was twitching
all the time and he never does;
he was never seen smiling.

He bought a round for the house
said something about 'is vows
and all I could think of
was who this man was -
whoever he was, he wasn't Ted -
'cause I never heard him cuss.

so I tailed 'im, out of the bar
and into the street to his car
and you know what I saw?
I saw a van pull up close
to where he was and they gunned
'im down before throwing 'im a rose.

no, I didn't see who shot 'im
it was dark, no place wasn't dim
I did hear something, though,
something that might be of interest:
his dying words were spoken in my arms,
he said that he had failed the test.

of course I don't know what it means
not my job to, there ain't no beans
to spill; but I have a feeling,
I do, that whoever got Ted
may still be on the look out
for 'is partner who's still not dead.

what do you mean 'ow do
I know he has a number two?
ain't it obvious?
Ted O'Reilly can't be working alone
because he's dumb as fuck,
he's just like a dog with a bone.

better get going, officer
beyond here it only gets rougher
you're on a dying path, you are,
you better get 'em before
they get you; I've a lot of paperwork
now out you go, out my office door.
NaPoWriMo 2012: Day Four.
No comments have been added yet.

Add a Comment: