A Poem By The Prisoner.
2nd June 2003 at 1:25 pm #39203FatguyParticipant
I am The Prisoner,
I live inside my head.
I am a secret agent,
Who wears many identities,
Who decieves everyone,
Who has sworn to do anything –
My overlords tell me to do,
Who is not 007 – but another number –
I took it willfully.
It is I that placed myself in this prison,
Of my own volition.
Yet…..I now cry for my identity,
I cry for my name,
I cry for my freedom.
Yet…..I do not know my name,
I can not tell anyone,
My home is a shame,
I am alone.
I am a cardboard cutout,
A cliche without detail,
A hero to the ignorant,
I am – The Prisoner.
Maurice2nd June 2003 at 2:47 pm #66473Anonymous
I Resigned Myself to Failure
I am the schizoid man,
But a double odentity.
Once upon a time,
I had a change of mind.
But freedom is a myth,
To that I’m now resigned.
Free for all?
Never free for me…
For I am the Prisoner,
My own worst enemy.
And I can never live in harmony.2nd June 2003 at 3:38 pm #66474FatguyParticipant
Another Poem By The Prisoner (In The “Quiet Room”).
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the King”s men,
Could not put Humpty back together again.
So sprang the story of The Prisoner.
Maurice2nd June 2003 at 6:04 pm #66481Anonymous
I loved the way you worked Prisoner episode titles into it!!!! 😀
MM2nd June 2003 at 6:07 pm #66482Anonymous
There once was a man, Number Six
Who escaped on a raft made of sticks
But Rover caught up
And bounced him home. But
The raft was broken to bits
Ok I cheated 🙂24th February 2005 at 8:50 pm #74171Anonymous
Great limerick, Sad. Belatedly picking up the proverbial ball and running with it, here’s a silly Rover lamentation.
There once was a lonely white ball
Who roared outside Village Town Hall
Come out I won’t maul you
‘Tis only my wish to ball you
This roar is just my mating call.14th December 2005 at 3:03 pm #75881kokopelliParticipant
Poems and Intro for Generation X Remake
I am Actor McGoohan and I am very tall
You are Number Six under a big rubber ball.
I am Patrick Cool and I get aroun’
You are number Six in our little town.
I am Numero Uno and I own the show.
You are Number Six and will tell us all you know.
No! No! I’m a gettin’ out!
Ho! Ho! Try another Shout.
Where am I?
…In the 21st Century Dude.
What do you want?
…Snails and puppy dog tails.
Whose side are you on?
…By the Rogercidal Seaside, man.
We want breakfast…lunch…cappucinos.
I’m not paying.
…You are not invited.
Who are you?
…The new Nutter Too.
Who is Number 1?
…You are Nutter 6.
I am not a Nutter. I am a Married Man!
Well la de da
Anyway we don’t do maniacal laughter anymore dude.
Be seeing you.
…Be doing you.
There once was a prisoner named Six
Whose finale it did not transfix
They burned his house down
And ran him outta town
And thereafter his numbers were nix.
There once was an Actor named Patrick
Who thought he could pull out a hat trick
His “Fall Out” was so dumb
It left everyone numb
And wondered to them what he did stick?
There once was an actor named McGoohan
Whose series he was given a free hand
But what he used his hands for
Was far too hardcore
And they ran him out of Eng-a-Land
There once was a village Balloon
That was not for a honeymoon
It could smother your head
And leave you quite dead
Then quietly sink back into the Ocea-oon.
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