Drawing PicturesA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionWhat can I say? Are we ever going to take responsibility?First they take shots, then get to running. I'm dying for a fist-fight; but they had to bring the guns in. That's what happens when you beat up on the bully and his cousin... black coats, black masks, black boots; but iron guns. Not knowing that he'd be the one.... to create the chaos of the day. He said he'd be infamous, go down in history some day. Wing span close to a California Condor, opening up, letting undiscriminate rounds spray. I draw pictures of life in the blood around where I lay.... gone.
First they take shots, and then start running. My kids will attend schools that they will find guns in. We used to love laughing, 'your mama' jokes. We never talked about daddy, had we, he might not have done the same thing, with daddy just rotting away in the 'bing'. Mothers become nurses, treating self-esteem issues, snotty tissues and.... woman can't raise man, MAN! I think as I draw pictures of life in the blood around where I lay, gone.
Doctor, architect, poet laureate. Dreams slain, another handful of the future finding a way to die in debt. Cowards hailed by media outlets. Siked by psychiatrists, stumped as if they never saw this.... coming. On meds, bottles still on the first prescript', as he opened fire, grabbing water to swallow them with.... to ease the pain of self-inflicted pain. Posthumous reports make him seem vain, as if he was sane and could've been saved. I could've told you different.... as I draw pictures of life in the blood around where I lay, gone. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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