Surgery On Poetry

We cut it, make it bleed, and fix it back up again

We as writers split poetry wide open, and we will give it new life.

Its skin is all colors, and race is clearly knife. Letsseparateit from the others, so someone give me the surgical knife.

....Bleed Out

Poetry yes I said poetry I will say it again in case you did not hear me, so those who did not hear me. Now they can say they heard me.

Inside is words in this body that is made up of words we shall try to change this life with a completely new vision. Now someone hand me the scissors while I make an incision.

To help those in life who may be facing death in the face.

I hope that after this surgery this helps you to change your decision.

I can...

We can,...

Rebuild him we have the verbal technology this is our kid, our world, our protege.

I am no doctor.

I am no surgeon.

Although together we can work on it so follow me.

Simple instructions inside the body there were organs while on his left hand was a tattoo that says keep writing "tell somebody"

We have to save it. Please help me to save it.

Cause I need him!

I need it!

This will help me to help her!

Do you remember her, and her too? Transplant the heart crank in the blood cause I willsucceed her. Lay the poetry down.

Listen to me poetry we will save you. Please save us.

Close your eyes here is the anastesia.

Then when you wake more people will hate.

You are safe in our minds, and hands. We wont lose you its never to late.

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