Smashed bones like road signs
crumble into heaps of twisted nothing
For all the world to see
intense and overbearing.
My fist is the nail gun,
ripping apart your mind.
Plays and screen writes,
too violent for tender eyes.
Industry,
demand more red syrup and chocolate.
Hardcore fatalities,
over and over played out to the extreme.
Beaten down, broken with the wind
tough pain,
excruciating.
Thoroughly repeating lines,
said before with more passion.
Glue and sulfur blend in this
giant massacre.
Chalk up your eyes,
battle scars and other body modifications
are traced into your skin.
Counter-attack your main
opponent.
Bleed out sugar,
and show them what you are made of.
Author notes
Listening to Throwdown,
brilliant inspiration for a somewhat violent contest.
=D "Make it pimp slap rhyme" You crack me up.
A contest entry
- Big Fat Punch Me In The Face With Your Tough Poetry Contest by voices.
525 points, ended April 11, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love it is a great violent poem not many violent poems have the form and structure that yours has it is really good
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This is an interesting piece. I can see where the music industry fits in with war and hollywood ... all lies and masked people with their damn cover ups and falseness. Also, hollywood likes war ... they broadcast violence on tv like it's candy but forbid us if we have a different take on religion because that really hurts people (sorry, politics coming in).
"My fist is the nail gun"
--awesome image. Good luck in the contest you've entered.
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You understood my point[s] perfectly.
Thank you.
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