Eyeball Exploder Poem by Chris Darlington

Eyeball Exploder

Rating: 5.0


My dad worked in a slaughter house
Stale blood on his boots smelled for miles
I thought what a cruel job he had
He was chief eyeball exploder.

For hours I used to watch over him
I sat staring at his eyes,
In case they exploded,
While he slept.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohammad Akmal Nazir 22 June 2011

Great poem. Written well with vivid imagery. Nice sentiments. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Akmal

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