THE RIDER

The rider takes over your body
Putting you into a trance,
Then like a living puppet
To his evil tune, you'll dance.

You'll do mayhem if he says to
You'll murder at his command,
You'll spread chaos all around you
Right across this sunburnt land.

You'll rape, if he says to rape
You'll murder, if he says to kill,
You'll perform the most evil feats
Just for his loathsome thrill.

You're like his private pony
As he is riding inside your soul,
Malevolence is his purpose
Destruction is his only goal.

Late at night, he'll leave you
To let you get much-needed sleep,
Then finding another vehicle
Around the moonlit town, he creeps.

He jettisons one living ride
When he locates a better one,
Then when he vacates you
You forget everything you've done.

If the police should capture you
He will abandon you to your fate,
Then locate another person
To play his games of hate.

He rides them to the point of death
Then abandons them at his will,
After he has made them vandalise
Made them rape, pillage, and kill.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia