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[robhimself]

new poem:

The surgeon's cleaver
is big and dull
As he chops
apart your skull.

Note To Self: Wake Up!
Ejector seat, Let Them Free!
Note To Self: Take Off!
Scatter Like Cattle.

The brew is born again
strictly to be devoured
It's served un-chilled
the chili's gone sour.

Plant New Seeds: The Crop!
Ejector seat, Set Them Free!
Sign Ahead: Says STOP!
Broken Bloody Battle.

Bring forth a newborn
A child is cornered
Hold her up high to the light.

Bring forth a toddler
Prefer a road scholar
While ego dances like a kite.

So I hold your hand
Dance upon sand
And roam city streets.

But he is faster
And I'm a disaster
Who haunts you as you sleep.