Death By: Jon Risen

October 14, 2012
By CasualArtist SILVER, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
CasualArtist SILVER, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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When
Death approaches
We all wish
We could turn into
Roaches
And survive
His nuke
But the
Nuke is just a
Fluke
For his real
Weapon
Is his
Syphon
So
Pay attention
And some day you
May
Juke deaths fluke.


The author's comments:
I was bored in school so I wrote this poem.

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