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As I count to Ten

A word for the enemy

By Leni KoskiPublished 5 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
As I count to Ten
Photo by Agê Barros on Unsplash

You know this far too well,

I should not need to tell.

Yet here we stand again,

Most certainly not my friend.

I laid out my rules,

Must have thought me a fool!

Didn't get what you wanted.

Saw through what you fronted.

I'm sensing a bad vibe,

I'll run not hide,

Surf this tide,

Hopeful to never collide.

In fact, I've come to realize,

Your demise.

I'll stand my ground,

And shout my sound.

To ten I'll count,

The precise amount.

For you to leave

I'm not naive.

Here I Go

Good-bye, Judo

...

One, two three

Get away from me.

Four, five, six.

Step away from the bricks.

Seven, eight, nine.

You're running out of time.

Now you meet your end,

As I say number ten.

surreal poetry

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Leni Koski

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    Written by Leni Koski