You’ve made a choice,
You’ve played a game,
You bought a prairie schooner.
Every single choice you’ve made
Brought your death a little sooner.
Escaping Independence,
For tiny bit resplendence,
Your pace was set to grueling
As you started on your path.
Exhaustion wasn’t fooling,
Snake bites showed their wrath;
The banker drowned,
The farmer starved,
Your family got the measles.
You even hopped a ferry
To escape some of these evils.
You shot a bear,
You braved the snow,
You never dared to tarry.
In the end
You’re made aware
You’ve died of dysentery.
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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Comments (1)
Ah, the classic "Oregon Trail" vibes! A real throwback to those pixelated adventures. It's like one big game of chance where you try to outsmart fate... but dysentery always has the last word! Pretty epic, though, for such a short journey.✨