Gabriel... you despicable sod!

 I was inspired to write this poem after viewing a few episodes of Dark Shadows,  ( precisely... #1211, #1212,and #1213, for all you sticklers of facts and nothing but... the facts!   )  involving a Collins family lottery on the SCI-FI Channel, December, 2003. 

The family was on Christmas holiday when I had this bright idea,    to view a portion of the series. 

I am SO glad I did, because within days... it was GONE!  

  

It was such an 'enlightening' experience meeting

Chris Pennock,

"Gabriel"

KUDOS to his DELIGHTFULLY  'ish comic books!!!  

 I was SO intrigued by "Buddhism For Wolves/Xtreem Buddhism", he 'almost' had me converted at first page!   

Chris' reading from his latest book, ("Fear and Much Loathing After Dark Shadows",#6 of the lot) along with daughter Tara's musical number, was most entertaining!!!!  

 

 

 

 

 

Gabriel

  

 

 

  

Gabriel, golden boy

Of the famed Collins clan

  Brother Quentin was right

“Buck up... and be a man!”

 

Fearing the family lottery

Will certainly seal your doom

When or if your ‘X’ is drawn

And you are sent into... 'The Room!'

 

Drinking excessively

Pissing away your dreams

But deep inside yourself

No one else hears your screams

 

As you sober up... only long enough

To fulfill your family duty

Whilst in the never-ending pursuit

Of some down-home Collinsport booty

 

The trials and tribulations

Of this most unfortunate son

Mother Collins is helpless

As Gabriel comes undone

 

 

 

 

L. A. Stone

 Copyright  2004