Copper Head…

Copper head in a classroom of dummies,
mother forgot to pack the yummie’s.
Shit! I’ll have some fun,
when I shows them my gun.
And the bullets empty their tummy’s.

Outside he meets the maths teacher,
bullets don't take long to reach her.
All those kids hid in the stores,
but my bullets take out the doors.
Here comes the soon to be dead preacher.

Running dark against the grey
the linen of her trench
as dark as the mourners
along the graves
the oil of the old miners lamps
worn dull by the rains
Mouth set..heart brave

Eyes the color of the stones
in the glacial lake
mute soft the pupil
large like a lame
knib bleeding india
ink
a blue green
against the tiger
shade
of the long hair
from her crown
her tall head

Violets Lipstick Rose

1.
You can tear my clothes, if you wish
Rape me too that’s what you like to fish
But play safe use a bloody condom
Don’t go about fucking at random
Our concoction will make a relishing dish

2.
She looked at me in broad day light
With eyes as wide open as a kite
She smelled the odour I issued
Then wanted me to be sued
Did she know might is right?

Whatever the poets would write,
if dark or those of delight,
they must affect,
and well reflect,
for the blind and the one with sight.

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