Blame it On Blaine

A poem inspired by the hell train in Stephen King's

Dark Tower IV; Blaine the Mono.

A ride on a hell train

Can’t convey such strain.

The aim’s to best Blaine;

But my brain’s so lame,

Faking snakes on a plane,

Headaches turn migraine.

This Blaine train’s a pain,

Riddle me this riddle me straight,

I can’t beat this it aint in my trait.

I’m stuck in a rage of a race.

I’m on center stage of a craze.

The street’s a blur it’s insane,

If I quit the riddles I get slain,

I hear Blain snivel maybe it’s the rain.

Akpan