I live in a world of extremes
Light and dark
Up and down
In and out
Hit or be hit
Walk, don’t walk.
My neighbour bashes his wife
His wife baths his swollen fists.
My children tell me they love me
Then go off and steal.
My wife for better or worse
Is having an affair with the butcher.
And me?
I am my own separate paradox
A part time weekend axe murderer
A funeral celebrant by day.
I offer solace to the grieving
And grieving to the solaced.
Is it any wonder I question
On a daily basis I find
Just who am I, and who am I not?
Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/poetry-prompt-12-light-and-dark/
Morpethroad 
Yikes that’s brutal and scaey
Thanks Justine glad it worked for you.
You never cease to amaze me with the incredible imagination you have!! Great post!!
Thank you Oliana, I like to play with it, my imagination I mean.
I went overboard too…it was fun.
A Funeral Celebrant by day and part time axe murderer, now there’s a combo! Creepy creepy you lol
I thought it was an ok combination, drumming up business so to speak.
Oh ha ha
Remind me not to hang out with you on the weekends. LOL
Oh really RoSy where is your sense of adventure? Just don’t come round on the full moon.
LOL, my goodness. That is one way of making sure you are always in business haha. Dark, but it made me laugh, I must be as strange as you!
It’s a risk you run reading my poems Jackie, let alone liking them.
Are you related to Dexter?
Worthy of the “King” as in Stephen…gave me chills and in a way reminded me of an old Rolling Stones song “Ode to the Devil”.
Thank you Georgia. Hope you’ll be ok.
I’m fine…remember I read in the early hours of the morning when the sun’s coming up and the baddies go to be 😉
That was brilliant Mr. Tommy. Actually even made me smile the part of the wife and butcher.
Thanks Charly glad I gave you a laugh. Call me Michael.
We´ll do Michael.