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.

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. :)