crowd pleaser Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

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Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

there came the day

that it was time to flay—

or, rather, be flayed—

it wouldn’t be delayed,

the villagers all prayed

for great, flaying weather.

“hurry, tie it down—that tether!”

how can one then describe,

the feeling or the vibe

of one’s flesh beginning to wet-peel,

under hot and tempered steel,

like the laceration of soft, pruned skin—

carving prime rib is to what it’s akin—

nerves strung all the way out

like wriggling worms, a painful shout,

“i can’t take this, what’s this all about?”

the answer came quick with no hope,

“these are just resolutions,

“our way of providing real solutions

“to appease a crowd hungry for delusions.

“as for you on this eventful day,”

Blackhood stepped forward to play,

“it’s lights out, heaven pray!”

crimson sprays

the crowd always gets what it wants.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 15, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: July 15th, 2026 06:58
Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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In collections: Truth, Applied.