Thursday 5 June 2014

SNIP (a poem by stephen xinos)

Snip

snip, snip, snip.......... a toe falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a finger falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a head falls off

I see my next victim
inching closer and closer.
I look on the wall poster to poster.

I know what I see and i've done it before.
I can keep my eyes open now looking
Door to door.

Music plays in the background but my mood
never shifts. Looking at the flesh while slitting
its wrists. At least I get paid though its sure not
a lot.

I hope i'm not fired and end up shot.

But on to the next and on to the next.
It sure gets routine though......
maybe your
Next.

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