I take the scene in through my eye
Check out the latest passer by
Prepared to fight the urge to die
And shed my cotton wool
You have your crew i have mine
Street light convinced the steel to shine
My beer drank with a snorted line
You're dealing with Joe cool
Your razor tore apart my face
The open wound was sprayed with mace
Rejoicing in your saving grace
Until I swung my tool
It only took a micro sec
Legs buckled as you hit the deck
Machete ripping through your neck
You're running out of fuel
A severed artery reveals
How quickly spilt dead blood congeales
Still haunted by your final squeals
In every class at school
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At first this poem reminded me of my hippy era but then it turned more angry and violent. Well written
Well written, your poem delves into street life, personal conflict, and the impact of violence on both the perpetrator and the victim. You paint a vivid picture of a confrontation that escalates into lethal violence, highlighting themes of aggression, mortality, and the psychological scars that accompany such experiences.
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