The Revenge Of The Poem

you are my enemy

i have a gun hidden in this poem

i get the gun and pull its trigger

in front of your face

bang! bang! bang!

i hit you right at the center of your temple

you fall dead

in front of me

you are not dead?

who cares?

from the point of view of this violent poem

i just shot you and you are dead

you are my enemy

and you are dead

i am relieved

from the point of view of this violent poem

you are my enemy and you are dead

now i can go

and live in peace

this violent poem

has done its purpose

i will have another one to compose.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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