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tendancies for mass murder
Tendencies for mass murder
revolve like a chamber
full of lead
and hollowed out.
bullets
I methodically place in,
one by one
with a single name etched on their sides.
there's one warning;
for him to run away.
because I'm going to attack
as soon as the clock
strikes midnight.
when this bottle is empty
I'll paint my face black,
tie up my laces,
and slither through the streets.
just like the way
you walk
away
now.
slowly
relentlessly
un-afraid of the consequences
ill make my way;
enough gunpowder for the entire
lot.
I'll take him out
one-on-one,
and douse myself in gasoline.
strike a match
with a cigarette dangling
from these burned lips,
and knock on your door
so his jugular can spill
the blood
I've cried.
and then
you can watch me
burn
in person'¦.
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Comment by: zepol - 2007-06-03 07:13
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| you did it mike. you wrote "one of those poem". i feel it is well written and effective, content is king. |
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Considering all the news about the Virigina shootings, this poem just rings with that same truth of the world we're living in.
I did notice one thing though, and it's not really a critique as much as an observation. In this poem and another one of your poems "goodbye" you mention someone getting doused with gasoline. I like the image but it's such a strong one that it's hard to ignore. |
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"when this bottle is empty
Iā??ll paint my face black,
tie up my laces,
and slither through the streets."
These lines blew me away i love the imagery, very effective. |
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