The Writing Group played the “Exquisite Corpse” game, where we all write poems collectively. One person writes a line and then passes it on to the next person to write the next line. Then the second person covers up the first line and then passes it on, so that the third person writes the third line based only on seeing the second line. It keeps going like that – each new writer adding a line based only on the one previous line. Sometimes the results are meandering, and sometimes quite interesting. You decide which one this is…
Ragged-shirt boy threatens the old way
Crazy ragged-shirt boy, wouldn’t you say?
Don’t even have a dime for candy today
But who needs a dime when you have two nickels?
The moment has come, change is in the wind
My soiled shirt starched to hide the ways I’ve sinned
If only white shirts could hide our transgressions
Like a bride in white is usually a lie
But a corpse in black is usually the truth
As they usually appear just before the Reaper
The child inside kicks eternity’s bruised shin.