Unbearable, as your voice is pinging
Up and down my vertebrae
Like a twisted xylophone, it’s unsettling
Somehow, this ends today
A high noon western showdown
A needle buried in my haystack
This is the last straw
I’m here to finally take you down
I will make you crack
Tumbleweed tensions roll as we ready to draw
Revolving revolvers resound
As the pistol smoke rises
And after the first round
I find that you are full of surprises
For there you stand unscathed
With a look and a smile so mindless
In my lathered loathing I bathe
How do you break the spineless?
Unnerving, you ugly invertebrate
I will put you away
For I have a plan surely to aggravate
So that this ends today
With some smarts and little reasoning
I dash into my deadly assault
Its time to end this strife
As I pepper your filthy body with seasoning
Sometimes you have to take life
With a grain of salt
Author notes
My view on dealing with the slugs of society...just a pinch of salt will do.
A contest entry
- Cliche' Ridden, Poetic Device Rhyming Contest by Piccola.
450 points, ended August 3, 9 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you just have to know what the salt is
great job!
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love the alliteration in lines 10 and 11. I couldn't count the cliches ... not enough fingers and toes. Well done and thank you for the entry. Stanza 4 is amazing.
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EXCELLENT!
Your imagery is superb here and your dealings with them were completely astounding!
I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this one ... stanza 4 was spot on
wonderful, amazing, just bloody awesome!!!!
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Wondfully inviting
and so full of everyday wisdom... This might make a great entry in http://allpoetry.com/contest/2415829 Glad to see you writing again...
Ken
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