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Infection

I know you are crazy,
but so am I
I will be over shortly to explain
so just sit tight…

Do not leave your house
matter of fact,
best to lock your doors
for I am not all right…

I have an infection,
you see
a sickness so wretched
it has set my brain on fire

It is so bizarre,
this sickness inside of me
I have this overwhelming hunger
and it is brains I desire…

Laughter most maniacal,
is on the edge of my vision
a red mist dampening my mind
sanity I can no longer hear…

I have reached your porch,
with this most unbearable hunger
here little fleshy
I can easily taste your fear…

Knock knock,
oh won’t you open up
and let me into your home
so we can have a bit of fun?

What is this here,
what have you in your hands
that shiny object pointed at my head
is that a loaded gun?

Bang!

Written By Skot “Kangarookid” Johnson
10.20.12

Infection

kangarookid

Ventura, United States

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A poem of friendship so deeply rooted, that even death/undeath cannot keep them apart. So tight, that the last act of “love” is helping the one in need. A poem splashed with a bit of dark humor, at least, for me it was…

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