The Viking in Me

Apparently I was a Viking
In a former life
The previous me would slit your throat
And then abduct your wife.

Dragging her to my Longship
To make her my Saturday Bride
On Sunday morning a quickie divorce
And chuck her over the side

My carefully chosen hobby
Was to pillage a village at dawn
With my highly polished helmet
And my daunting silver tipped horn.

Blood would always be curdled
Meat would be seared and scorched
And all of life`s experiences
Were delightfully dire and debauched.

This past-life regression business
Can certainly not be ignored
These modern days, we`ve changed our ways
No wonder we all get so bored.



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2017-03-22 at 12:22

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this. If things get too boring, you always can go to Syria, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, or Ukraine.
2017-03-22



Our present life does seem pretty dull compared to that of your ancestors. I can see you dreaming of all that pillaging and killing in your quiet moments, and waking up grateful for your comfortable home and wife and family. Dreaming is good for a while, but reality is what we are comfortable with. I enjoyed reading the poem. :)
Ashe
2017-03-22