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Watch... You... Bleed...
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2001 I stand before you
Giving you ample generosity that crossed the line of courtesy long ago and my patience was worn thin
Being Mister Polite has, I guess, diluted your sense of respect
Neutralized the humanitarian within you
But now my 2 open hands has changed into 2 clinched fists,
Soon beating you into unconsciousness
Consecutive blows that wail with painful precision
Your nose
Broken
Your lip
Busted
Your gut
Imprinted with my own personalized knuckles
And I pause, only to concentrate my power
My last swing strikes the cushiony mesh of your stomach, puncturing your inner walls, breaking your now hollow hull of skin and bones reaching through the other side.
I retrieve my stained arm only to watch you squirm for your last breath of air on the floor you now cower above
I stomp your face down to the earth to taste the dirt worth more than your sack of flesh
Only to watch.
Watch.
Watch you bleed on the ground...
And I proceed on to the next customer in line
...
Yes, how may I help you?
That was pretty fucking funny. I can see how people get so angry with customers. I think that would go good with some music. Ever thought of putting something together? Might sound good with some Finger eleven-ish music to it. Or perhaps something a bit heavier. Keep up the good work. and remember "the bloodier the better"
hehe, hi there, haven't seen you for a bit. sense of sensibility often times i don't use the word to describe anoter version of the same word, but you used it pretty well here. My last swing strikes the cushiony mesh of you perhaps you mean(your) stomach, i try to picture this in my head... but i can't position anything... you're standing above? or what is above? I retrieve my stained arm only to watch you squirm for your last breath of air on the floor now cower above heh, i don't know what's the meaning behind the ending, but neat. makes me afriad of tellers at a bank and retailers, except they're most often afraid of me ;P. until the next piece keith.
Very angry, in a superficial, pissy way. Do you work in retail, in the returns area, customer service? Just wondered. I'd be interested in reading your poem about the other side of that anger and misanthropy. When the adrenaline dissipates and you're left with sorrow.
Unexpected ending in the end, Keith...interesting and thoughtprovoking too. Smilesz. intense? Perhaps... I like the title too...captures the reader immediately!! Bravo! Thanxs for sharing. hope u read and like my new poems too!! byes.
Ah our most wanted wish as we wait for the next customer........ d.