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That's it, I'm done!
Malleable no more.
The charges all were set
The day I was bore.
.
The tripwire strung
Th'day I was retrieved,
So violently the day
My placenta was cleaved.
.
One side, world!
I'm coming through.
Anemic or not,
Nothin' n'one can do.
.
L'il 'plosions gonna blast
Africates to Smith'reens.
The fuse hisses sibilant
By the friction it deems.
.
Scratch me off the fuckin' list!
Consider me nil, nul, and nailed;
I abdicated my membership
Soon as the resta my world bailed.
.
We juggernauts with heavy feet
Self-appoint our right-of-way,
So I can drive on the right or the left
Postin' mail'n full battle array.
.
Speed is a breed where
I pass on the right;
Run, off the road, 'cause
Might makes fright.
.
Intersections have rules
For everyone 'cept me;
They just don't apply
Through my wake of debris.
.
Yellow winks caution;
Red means go!
You can't stop now;
I won't go slow.
.
I live just to die
And I'll die when that be,
And I'll take as many as can,
In my way, in front of me.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (2)
Whoaaaa, this was so freaking intense! I loved it!
Sounds like an ass to me! Liked the rhyme and rhythm of this, Gerard.