ExterminationA Poem by Dixie SlaughterFree
The exterminator had been called
She was sick and tired of this infestation With the anticipation she was stalled By the thought of condemnation The exterminator had been there all along Never really a person but a solution She knew she wouldn't be around for long It was time for her retribution So with a tight squeeze of the trigger She would never have to hear another snigger. © 2015 Dixie Slaughter |
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1 Review Added on December 4, 2015 Last Updated on December 4, 2015 AuthorDixie SlaughterKinston, NCAboutDixie is the name, I'm not a very experienced writer at all, but I do enjoy it and want to further my skills. more..Writing
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