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.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dad,house,staring
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8/4/2026 10:14:24 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
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