Early Morning Slaughter

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Early Morning Slaughter

you should have seen the bodies
no one is here to stop me
the blood was hot like coffee
and goopy
it got my dick hard and had me feeling loopy
I'll do you before you do me

in darkened streets and back alleys
its the malady of strife
born here to die
from the same terminal illness known as life

you can call on God, Buddha, or even Christ
none will make a case to keep you alive
and we all drive down the same one-way highway
since we are going the same way
let me ride for a ways

"Lets stop here and camp for the night"
"You go ahead and sleep, I wanna see the sunrise"

it's too bad
I can't show you the joy
of murder in the morning

he's asleep
so he'll never know
quietly I creep
a quick incision to the throat
so he can't scream
and no one will know

in the near distance of the road
his body will grow mold
unless wild dogs feast on his toes
and try to drag him home

No one knows
the danger in the night
No one knows
killers walk in the light

you might be surprised to find
the killer in your own eyes
I was sent here to kill all the flies

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

richardspirit’s Poems (9)

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