When they say walk
Someone gets slaughtered
a command at a time.
Why walk? They don't.
They.
The helicopter slices air
while their feet tread on
backs held aloft by greed.
Suits and ties.
Picket fences.
Play dates.
Fuck em - let's bathe in
oil and see what military comes
to save us.
Get a manicure before you
massacre society -
one hypocritical step -
one mind-numbing law at a time.
Punk is - not letting you.
A contest entry
- Punk by GossamerAlice.
600 points, ended October 12, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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This is really great. I like the language you use in this, and the way you use it. Especially the timing of pauses. Amazing last line.
Good luck in my contest.
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