Red

November 4, 2008
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He
burdened with misery
frowned.
His immaculate skin now vile
smothered with dirt and crimson.
He is a heap of uselessness
his steel will now broken
I call
for him, wanting to know
what he feels like.
Payback is my name
and revenge is my game.
I like to spoil
and my favorite number is death.
I see his crimson dripping down the wall
the reddest color I’ve ever seen.
So red I couldn’t help but thinking
of his Boston Red Sox hat and
my favorite wine.





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