The Battle of Bryce (First Draft)
Frustrated by the endless battle for Bryce
By some men she cared for little
Cro-Magnon or Neanderthal
Or perhaps a combination of both
She took to a plan
“Let’s infuriate Ed”
“That should be the end of Bobby”
but it wasn’t enough and in the end
she took the battle on herself.
“Bobby it’s you I really love, not Ed”
But he simply won’t leave
“Let’s prove to him how much we love”
“By bringing our bodies near”
With that they joined
Bobby and Bryce
And she called for Ed
“Darling come see what we’ve done”
And from the distance watched Ed
As he rhythmically jumped her
Unmoved by the sight
Because he knew it meant nothing
Sex was a commodity that could be bought and be sold
And personal feelings could be kept on hold
It didn’t mean anything, it had no value to him
They could have been eating a burger with fries
As a matter of fact
Ed would have found
Bryce sharing her fries
To be much more saddening
Than Bryce sharing her thighs
But she needed to anger Ed
Then with all his rage
He’d end the Battle for Bryce
And her potential cage
“I love you Bobby and I want you so much”
“Let’s madden Ed and he’ll lose his trust”
“Rip off my top, right in his front”
“Let’s see if can stand this terrible affront”
With that Bobby tore
The shirt from her chest
Leaving her topless
And seeming aghast
And saddened Ed watched it all
Knowing it was simply an act and not simply real
Powerless to save the woman within
From the terrible fate that she had to await
But so began The Battle of Bryce
The most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a fight
The most beautiful thing I’ve seen
Evertime, everplace
I looked at the photos
Costumes of demons
I wondered to self
Who would ever wear ‘em
Beautiful colors with amazing sheen
Skin tight from head to toe
Razor sharp nails, gleaming like pearls
And demon like lenses completed the drobe
My breath taken away
But not the first time she’s done it
Quietly sat on a chair
And waited her time
Her dad, The Director, glanced over at her
He had an uncanny knack of seeing right through
I don’t know if he set this all up
‘cause Bryce could direct as well as the lot
She was also super magical
With great super powers
And a magical ability
To turn rainbows into flowers
But there were no rainbows today
Nor were there flowers
I found in her in etheric
Fully in costume
In the ether things are different
And I could not her recognize
But she was the most beautiful thing
I’d seen in the etheric
Though spectacularly beautiful
I was truly frightened
I’d never seen anything like her
A Female Demon enlightened
I kept myself calm as she looked me in the eye
A Lady Demon From Hell
All shimmering inside
It’s time my love Eddie, it’s finally time
And the Battle began, The Battle of Bryce
And she cut and she tore with nails that were long
And chewed and she ate, with teeth that were sharp
And then best of all she enjoined to invite me
Though generous in spirit, I had to demur
It wasn’t my taste
And for business at hand
She changed to a more practical form
Like I, the Golem, a gray etheric mass
She was a demon of similar tass
I left her to dine with the man on the floor
His throat belied the rage
Of a woman who’d had enough
Of multiple attempts
On her lover’s life
She simply had enough
More than enough
Enough scheming
Enough planning
Enough Bobby
Far and wide found him
Ripped simply to shreds
Eating there bodily
For anyone to share
And he went to The Director
And said, “She killed my son”
“And now you’ll pay dearly”
“For that what she done”
and he began to strip The Director bare
and he lectured and he raged
for more than anything he loved his boy
and do what he could, she would not love
The Director was done and frankly quite stunned
But he was one to keep his cool and take things in stride
But I finally realized the time had come
As there would be no end to this man’s vengeance
The time had come to take stock in The Battle for Bryce
And finish the final maneuvers of The Battle of Bryce
I raged and I angered and I found him alone
I wrapped my fingers around his throat…
And I squeezed
Leave no important job undone
And six minutes would be to long to wait
To asphyxiate
And harder I squeezed
Until the man separated from his shoulders
And lay dead
And I embarrassed at what I had done
Left the scene
And the Director called me in
To a large group of friends
He said, “Ed”
“What did you do?”
“I strangled him,” I said
“But you did more,”
“Do tell us, Ed”
“Tell us more”
“His head did he separate,”
“From his shoulder to toes”
“I didn’t mean this as such”
“It’s just, six minutes I had not”
The Director kept cool
As he normally does
This was a time of heroics
And both loss and celebration
I tried to instruct him, Far and Wide
But he couldn’t listen and was planning great demise
“You’ve lost touch with the common man” I gently would say
“Go sell some shoes, and connect in that way”
He felt that was an insult
“So go sell some suits”
but connecting with the commoners
was not on his shelf
So ended The Battle of Bryce
The woman who courageously undertook
The end to the most dangerous warlords
And their nefarious plans
And a man who was chattel
To her bold plan
And followed her lead
Into the end
And the spoils were divided
“Ed how bout a million”
Said Arnold in
his Armenian accent
and checks that were written
long through the night
to reward those associated
with any aspect of this plight
Me I took nothing
but I asked for a star
though I still await her
she can’t be too far.