Joe cool

peto

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 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2026 13:27
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Syd, Poetic Dan
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  • sorenbarrett

    At first this poem reminded me of my hippy era but then it turned more angry and violent. Well written

    • peto

      Thank you Soren
      Truly appreciate your time to read and comment

      • sorenbarrett

        My pleasure Peto

      • Friendship

        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.

        • peto

          Sometimes friendship
          I feel you know more about what I'm writing than I do
          I truly appreciate such a review
          Many thanks

        • Syd

          I really enjoyed this peto. I love the tight rhyme sequence too. Quite a brutal write.

          - Syd 🍄

          • peto

            Good to see you syd
            Many thanks
            Aye, a bit brutal
            Guess I should stay away from secondary school memories
            Truly appreciated

          • Poetic Dan

            Well that was a fresh morning read and the reason my 3rd and 4th children are homeschool. There's plenty of time to deal with the rest of our kind to find out the most kindness of you was lucky was in the nest. Keep up the write my friend

            • peto

              Many thanks Dan
              So good to see you again
              Much appreciated



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