NAPOWRMO-2024
Day-12
Prompt: To write a "tall tale"
His brains were the talk of the village
A figure whom everyone adored
He weaved magic with figures
Nobody could beat him at crunching numbers.
Every parent sent their kids to him
To polish their calculating skills
There was no chance for anybody to fail
Under his guidance, they came out with flying colors.
But, after decades of decay
The brain has turned into a monster
People are the pariahs and the outcasts
He hid behind his messed doors.
He struts around wearing shorts
Long bushy hair and a taut nose
Sometimes holding a broom
Sometimes a bucket or a bottle filled with pee.
He collects dog poop
Stuff in plastic covers
Take pleasure in sending it
Across the neighbours' front yards.
Nobody dares to say anything or compliant
They still respect him for whatever he was
One doesn't know to pity him or hate him
He was a tall figure once, now fighting a losing battle against time.
Participating in : NAPOWRIMO-2024
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