blood

blood

A Poem by Rob Funk

His daughter cried,

Her father had died,

What a fine tool,

Just look at the blood pool,

Have you no soul,

Well now I know,

F**k I should have never struck that blow,

Turn the switch off,

How it tastes like copper,

Where in the hell is that chopper.

© 2013 Rob Funk


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A very good rhyming poem...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

United States, PA



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A Poem by Rob Funk