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The Murder Poem (Non-Explicit)

by Jersey D Gibson

Had murderer's a guild,
we'd all be in trouble.
Imagine Charles Manson at your mother's brunch...

...sharing stories?

Psychopaths and axe-murders,
would get together,
for tea and crumpets...

...and the neighbor's brain,
with fava beans and a bottle of chianti.

Pyros and arsonists,
refining their fiery art,
like poets in discussion...

...which fire-trap would be more beautiful?

Murder-sprees and drive-by shootings
would connect one-by-one,
bad guys with notches in their guns...

...with multiple hand grips to expose.

Be glad that people don't agree,
especially the violent type,
we don't need serial killers together...

...in an all-you-can-eat contest!

06/27/2005

Posted on 06/27/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

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