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The Fight

Pink, Red, and orange

fade to black

and I take cover

hiding under the bed.

 

Laying with the demons roaring

screaming attack

I thought he was a lover

but he just needed to be fed.

 

Bigger than this body,

stronger than these bones

Crack

echos as the bones snap.

 

My ears ring with bawdy

words of meancing tones.

Wack

as he finishes his tap

 

He'll brag to everyone

about that fat ass

and how she had fun

with the quality of a world class

 

Act.

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Comments

<Deleted User> (21854)

Sun 5th May 2019 21:21

Wow phenomenonal poem.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 5th May 2019 08:18

Really touching when you really read it, but whoever, "He," is in this poem, "He's," a fool.

I heard a great quote from Benjamin Zephaniah the other day. He said, "People don't care about poetry, when poetry doesn't care about people."

This is a great example of poetry caring about people.

J. x

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