Unknowna the Bass Player

There was once a young woman, Unknowna,
Who held close to her heart, spiked soda;
She played bass in the park,
Outside at dark,
With her makeup done in Crayola.

Every bum, you know, called her by name,
And she claimed that she couldn’t be tamed;
Only coming out at night,
A depraved parasite,
To escape her crazy step-mommy’s game.

With an audience of all that are outcast,
Their sagging sails down at sad half-mast;
Unknowna plugged in,
Popped a bottle of gin,
And began to play, not too slow, not too fast.

Clouds covered the red-hot full moon,
Strings throbbed like the tide in a lagoon;
And the rain started to fall,
As an infant began to bawl,
And a clown blew up his last balloon.

Uncovered and exposed,
With her electric amp and water dripping off her nose;
A lightning bolt zapped
The spot Unknowna was at,
And where she once was, steam now rose.

Unknowna the Bass Player

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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I love creating characters, and most are inspired from music and words. Unknowna just popped up as a troubled youth with short hair and an angsty attitude. Death by doing the things you love may just be the best way to die.

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