well, kids! finally a poem that's not about me. yay!!!
"Back Bone"
Scratch marks
across your face.
Evidence
of a silent rage.
Fist prints
in the wall.
You're nothing
but a rag doll.
If it was me,
I'd cut his legs off
so he couldn't run away.
And then I'd beat him
over the head
Until the whites of his eyes
came pouring out.
You don't need
to take this.
The only problem here
is his.
So gain a little
back bone.
Stand up and
take care of your own.
"...Your cry is like music..."
~Kidney Thieves~
"Back Bone"
Scratch marks
across your face.
Evidence
of a silent rage.
Fist prints
in the wall.
You're nothing
but a rag doll.
If it was me,
I'd cut his legs off
so he couldn't run away.
And then I'd beat him
over the head
Until the whites of his eyes
came pouring out.
You don't need
to take this.
The only problem here
is his.
So gain a little
back bone.
Stand up and
take care of your own.
~Kidney Thieves~
