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Know Your Place
By Patrick Harker
Copyright 2017


All was well, on the green hill..... A flock of sheep grazed, life seemed to stand still....
Day in and day out, all was happy amongst the herd.... But one, was bored, felt cornered, and answers were blurred...

It spoke to the sheep dog about life down below... Deep in the valley, where the dark trees grow....
In the land of the shadows, where blood spills daily, the wolves and wild dogs behave insanely
Logic they consider bravery, but just outlandish inhumanely, viewing death mundanely, and for us its just profanely unsavory, and just too crazy!

And that's why I watch over you, day in and day out....
Guarding your flock, as you happily graze and fuck about....
You view me as an annoyance, but if I wasn't here, the predators from below would happily appear....
The sheep became curious and ignored the dogs warning, and was found torn up and gutted the following morning...

Most of us, give up our existence for a life of slavery and pain...
Giving up on trying and persistence for pushing buttons, making mistakes over again...
Some of us, hold the gate from barbarians and killers ...
Hated by the button pushers, but called on for assistance, for crumbling pillars ...
A few of us, make the rules and keep the cycle of life turning....
From newborns and mothers yearning, to lemon aide stands in cities burning
The ones with the war chromazone, can survive the night alone ....
And for the rest....
Welcome to the terror zone....

Alone and terrified on the back streets, where the killers sleep, while widows weep, piano wire in hands waiting for another black sheep....
It's gonna be a chance meet after a little track meet.... Gonna squeeze you so hard I am gonna make your ass squeak......

Monsters in the thick fog, pull you in the wet bog.....
Beat your face in with a rotted log, and cue you like a juicy hog
King of the terror squad, eat your ass like a bulldog...
All the polliwogs must give their life to the bullfrog...
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...

It’s such a thrill, chopping, as the pigs squeals ....Is this a dream or is this for real?
My cold steel is hungry for another kill....
In like a lion and out like a lamb, the extension of my hand will greet you like the Son of Sam...
I’m an evil man that likes chainsaws and mossberg saw offs....
Breaking laws for applause, your last laugh will be a blood cough....

Part of me is frowning and the otherside is smiling, as I cross the great divide with my punk rock styling....

I shot the devil in the crapper and laughed at the brain matter....

The last man standing with a gun acting dumb..... One last hooray nasty off the Puerto Rican rum.... All the beasts, creep away from the the rising sun.....
Howling in the darkness, just for fun.... 

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ORDER! ORDER!
“BANG!” “BANG!” “BANG!”
“Everybody will have the chance to speak. Now please, get control of your selves!
“BANG!” “BANG!” “BANG!”
“We all know this is an important matter, but we will not be able to resolve this if everybodies yelling at the same time!” The room finally became quiet and got control of itself.
This pleased Lord Bergans. He loved slamming his gavel down with authority on the rotting log that separated himself from his followers, and especially, when it worked. It made him feel powerfull. And since he was longing in his years and his health was deteriorating, he would take any time of respect that he could get. He knew that he would eventually have to give up his kingdom to his overly ambitiuos son, and this troubled him. He thought to himself.... “He’s too risky. But then, wasn’t I when I was his age?”
“Excuse me, Lord Bergans? The father of the victim is here to tell us what had happened.” “Umm...yes...of course.. My apoligies...I was lost in my thoughts for a moment. Now, please, Mr. Leopold. Can you please tell the committee one more time, what had happened to your family?” Mr. Leopold, cleared his voice, and spoke. “Well, okay...Like I said, we were just enjoying our morning bask, when this boy...This terrible little boy, came out of no where and dropped a stone on us! I was lucky to survive. My poor wife though...I just hoped she went quickly.” “And your children, Mr. Leopold?” “Well, most of them just got stuck in the mudd and suffucated, and the rest just started dieing off. The Doc said it was because of stress of something...” “I miss them so much.”
Suddenly, someone shouted from the crowd.... “He’s a monster! We have to do something!” “KILL THE MONSTER! KILL THE MONSTER!” KILL THE BOY!”
And this was the spark that ignited the riot once again. Lord Bergans just rolled his yellow eyes and climbed into his chamber, with his overly ambitiuos son in tow. “Father, what are you planning to do about this?” Lord Bergans just sat in silence before responding to his son. “We have to kill him.”
“But, how father? He much to strong for us. We will never stand a chance.” “I know this my son. But, the longer we wait, the bigger and meaner he will become. We have to strike now. We have to unite the pond.” “Unite with whom? The snapping turtles do not care about our demise, and the snakes only few us as something to eat.”
“You will have to convince them, my son. Think of this as a way to prove your worth to me as the heir to my throne, or have I read your ambitions incorrectly?” “No father you have not. And of course I will do your bidding, as usual.” And with this reply, the young bullfrog swam away, and disappeared into the murky waters of Johnsons Pond.
Andy was a normal four year old boy. Every day was a new adventure, no matter how trivial. He had a blind lust for anything that was new, and being at such a young age, pouring his own cereal for breakfast, was just simply amazing. He loved the outdoors especially, which made his mother worry. If she had it her way, he would stay inside their padded house, where it was safe. It really drove her crazy as well, when he would make a mad dash for the back door, and head for the pond that sat behind their house, while their miniature dachshund barked frantically right behind him, like a partner in crime.
“Be careful, and don’t go to close to the water!” But the only response she would receive back was the slamming of the screen door.
This was his special place, and as much as his overly protective mother hated it, she knew she just had to grin and bear it because just like her husband always said, boys will be boys. But still, this pond gave her the creeps. Andy loved exploring the shores of the mysterious pace. There was so much life here. It was like invading a new planet. And with his partner, barking and running circles around him, they would hunt for any signs of life, and then, destroy it.
Anything was fair game, and this killing had no malice behind it. It was just a game of…Can you it the moving target? The frogs were the best because for one, there were more of them, which fed his instant gratification, and two, they would sometimes make the mistake off getting too far from their watery safe space, and if Andy couldn’t get them, the dog would. He found it hilarious when he was able to flatten them with a rock. SPLAT! It was just like the cartoons he watched on television, but this blood was real.


These little outings not only filled him with enjoyment, but power as well. He was the king of this little marshland, and his dog was his biggest fan. But today would be his last. A cold shiver ran down his mothers’ spine. Something was wrong. “Andy! Is everything alright? She called out the kitchen window. There was no response… “What’s that boy up to?” And then, that’s when she heard the dog barking, frantically, “Andy?” Are you teasing the dog again?” The dogs barking continued, which was followed by a quick “YELP!”, and then….silence.
“What’s going on out there?” She sighed and then put on her slippers, so she could go outside and investigate the way mothers always seem to do when their offspring are just a little too quiet. The second she glanced towards the pond, she saw a clump, covered by her dogs’ hair, slowly being jerked and dragged into the muddy water. “Oh my God!” She froze for a brief second, and then…started to scream when she saw her son thrashing in the water further down the shore.
“Andy! Oh my God! Andy!” “Mama! Mama! Help me! It’s biting me! Mama!” Her son was now chest deep inside the water, fighting for his life, while two very pissed off snapping turtles pulled him towards his place of final rest “Mama! The boy screamed was once more, but then was muffled by a large water snake coiling around his terrified face. And then he went under….
“Andy!” She dived into the water to save her son, but it was too late.
The Macgees eventually moved away, and the pond was closed off to the public. The coroner report said the boy drowned, but the amount of bite marks that covered his body, blood loss and shock could have been a big part of it. And after furious debate, Johnsons Pond was declared a wildness preserve. And, the inhabitants of this murky place? They lived happily ever after.

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