i made love kill
more than once
when i found hate
wouldn't do it.
i've killed so many
with kindness
that Anger found itself
sentenced to life
locked up
unparolable
because of words
that got good & improper
in a paragraph
and murdered bad grammar.
i'm so dangerous
that everytime i'm placed in a jail cell
i kill time.
some doctors even suspect that
that i kill Pain
when penicillin killed some germs
that a dentist who knows me
would definitely testify to
was caused by a tooth-ache.
i like to kill.
i kill so often
that it sounds like loud music
until my neighbors
forced me
to kill the noise.
once a messenger
brought bad news
that killed the mood
so i killed his story.
i like to kill.
like when i hit the kill-switch
on the lights to this poem
just to let you know
if you couldn’t see then
how could you possibly see now
that i'm not suicidal
and no one kills my joy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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