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
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