![]() Last Confession of the Once-Kinged RatA Poem by Tim LionLast Confession of the Once-Kinged Rat You look like a wounded cur curled up Are you shocked that blue blood, spilled, turns red? Welcome to the Killing Place Sudden Buddha with crosshairs on your chest Don’t forget that I remember All the lives your greed dismembered Now the Devil’s roosting in your mess Baptized in pink colored dawn But, as that skyline shrinks to dusk I can feel my bubble bust The scepter beacon and target crown Snakes rise up, vultures swoop down Predators, soon, all turn prey Little Bunny Fu-Fu had a bigger twin Armageddon, Moon’s blush reddens Feel soft flesh and hard nerves deaden How cyclical, the Reaper’s blade spins Lofty plans to shallow graves Fairy tales filleted with the cat Young buck in a pick-up pearl Racing out to save the world I advise that you stay where you’re at Last confession of the Once-Kinged Rat © 2011 Tim LionFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on March 17, 2011 Last Updated on March 17, 2011 Author![]() Tim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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