Fowley at Home

Everything was still and dark
Quiet like before.
Fowley sat and ate her meal
on the cold linoleum floor.

She stared down at her crappy meal
this garbage in a bowl.
She started to get chilly
from the giant warehouse hole.

Fowley raised the mattress
which she usually slept upon.
She covered up the giant hole
then all the cold was gone.

She smiled dryly to herself
her wrinkles everywhere,
sleeping on the cold, hard floor
without the slightest care.

Then she heard a big, loud noise
coming from the side
"BILL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Her tone of voice was snide.

Bill stepped closer from the dark
he came out in the light.
Then his eyes saw Fowley's face,
such a wrinkly sight.

He closed his eyes with selfish pride
and then began to scream,
then attacked her in the air
like a lightning-beam.

His spun wrench with coolness
like an Indian Guide
His master plan was working out
With a rage stick at his side

Fowley didn't care a bit
Just stood there like a stick.
His arms were thrashing violently
He was so far off from 'slick'

The wrench struck Fowley in the face
she barely felt the blow.
Fowley sat through the abuse
Bill muttered, "Stupid ho..."

Then he reached into his pocket
his face look cruel and mean.
He pulled out the biggest match
Fowley had ever seen.

"Now here's the game," Bill explained
"I have something else inside.
I'll poor it on me, light this
and then try to run and hide."

He pulled out a box of gasoline
and poured it every place.
Then he struck the wooden match
on Fowley's wrinkly face.

He dropped the match and tried to run
but he'd waited far too long.
He knew in just a moment
that something was quite wrong.

He'd played this game so many times
on his mother's porch.
This time it had not gone so well
and Bill became torch.

He screamed until he crumbled
and his ashes hit the floor.
They fell into a pile
then they started burning more.

Fowley laughed quite mercilessly
as Bill became no more.
Then she caught on fire
From the ashes on the floor.

Her death was quite unpleasant
to describe would just be vain.
All that i will tell you
is that she had a lot of pain.

The mattress then fell over
exposing the gaping hole.
Everything blew out the wall
even Fowley's crappy bowl.
-end
by Lisa and Taralyn

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