It's true like they
said
that I tore out his
eyes
blood didn't look
red
I won't tell you no
lies
that I tore out his
eyes
right out of his
head
and boy what a
surprise
all the blood he
bled
blood didn't look
red
wonder what it
implies
on the bed he
spread
blood loss is how
he dies
I won't tell you no
lies
but a tale instead
while ignoring his
cries
as he dies in bed
Copyright©2015
by Patrick B Vince
Quadrilew
Poem
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