I Actually Want to be The Fifth Element

A Sci-Fi Poetic Romp

P.G. Barnett
Apr 10, 2020 · 2 min read

I dreamt I drove old Korban’s taxi,
The day Miss Leeloo jumped,
She fell from many heights above,
Into the back seat thumped.

She was as terrified as could be,
She didn’t know her cause,
I stared at her, and she at me,
I loved her skimpy gauze.

But something told me to protect,
This redhead runway model,
She’d save our world; I didn’t think so,
Her choice of clothes was awful.

But priests of ancient yore did know,
Her powers she possessed,
They told of evil deities,
That she would soon repress.

I was just filling in for Korbin yes,
I didn’t have a clue,
But then I won the Fhloston prize,
And away in space, we flew.

The plan was simple though none of us,
Had heard the Diva sing,
Plavalaguna sang the sweetest tunes
Till gunfire loud did ring.

The stone she had this Diva did,
Inside her body blue,
Before her death, she did bequeath,
The element to Leeloo.

A narrow escape as bombs went off,
We four did find our way,
An ancient temple where we tried,
But the elements didn’t want to play.

We poked and prodded we shook them hard,
The evil deity neared,
And then a breath, it worked on one,
With water, another appeared.

Some dirt on one, a flame on the other,
And now we had all four,
But none of us but clerics knew,
If we could, then do more.

But Leeloo had seen in her short time,
The violence of Humankind,
She did not want to participate,
Of force, she had no mind.

But one kiss from me was all it took,
For her to understand,
So Leeloo combined the elements,
With her power, she did command.

A force so strong it couldn’t be beaten,
The evil she did halt,
Leeloo the fifth element she did her thing,
She turned back the assault.

I woke to spinning ceiling fans,
And the television gray and dark,
But my mind was brimming with images of,
Miss Leeloo and her lark.

I actually want to be the fifth element,
I want to save the day,
But don’t ask me to wear her gauze,
’Cause I just don’t dress that way.

Thanks So Much For Reading

Let’s keep in touch: paul@pgbarnett.com

© P.G. Barnett, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Thanks to Laura Sheridan

P.G. Barnett

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A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

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P.G. Barnett

Written by

A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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