Amid hoops and hollers
Bottle became blade and mazel tov bombs were made
Oh how they hounded and hunted
How they now ranted and raved
They found him running towards the lake!
“Don`t think you`ll escape!”
Someone snatched the Snatcher by his throat!
He was shoved to the ground, and he grunted.
They pummeled and pounded
They butchered and sliced
Fueled by their fervor,
The blade came plummeting
To finish the murder,
When everything
suddenly
stopped.
An apparition had appeared in the Snatcher`s eyes.
Better yet -- I`d call it-- a portal to his mind`s eye.
Projected before all, the reason for his hurt pride.
You see,
From babehood to manhood he never once grew a hair.
A condition the doctor said was increasingly rare.
He`d worn wigs all his life and his father had him
hand draw
every
body hair
“I can`t believe I made such a body,” his father would say
Each scribble a reminder of his terrible malady.
How inadequate he felt inside
How sad, to never feel your body right.
Until one day he discovered the joy of the swipe.
Even if for just a second, he could ignore the humiliation that brewed inside
He snatched his way through countless towns.
Left others sporting his signature frown.
And now here he was,
a forlorn menace,
with his head shoved into the ground.
The projection stopped, and re-introduced were the shadows of night.
Then from the Snatcher's belly
Appeared a lump, monstrous and jelly.
Delicate and dark
it appeared to hold the shame inscribed
on his broken heart.
Who among them couldn`t relate?
Who among them didn`t know someone
who`d echoed
his sad state?
They wouldn`t kill him, but neither was it their responsibility to heal him.
They gathered and decided they'd send him to a place known to rehabilitate
The next morning they watched as he readied to go
Returned were their things, and a glimmer of hope
The Snatcher was ready to board his boat. But before he could, Mrs. Mabel caught hold of his coat.
She placed in his palm, the lump he tried so hard to ignore
But before he could protest, she said one thing more,
“Keep this with you, for it is yours to keep. But treat it kindly, because it is of you.
And begging you to do the very opposite thing.”
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