Poem #17


My brain leaking out of my head,
My ears bleeding red,
The sounds of SMACK! SMACK!
This isn’t a zombie attack,
The sounds of BANG! BANG!
This wasn’t a gunshot that rang,
The sounds of THUD! THUD!
This isn’t the pouring of blood,
The sounds of WHAM! WHAM!
This isn’t a police battering ram,
It’s the desk connecting with my gourd,
That’s what happens when I’m bored.

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