The Golden Rule Poem by Tylor J. Davis Jr.

turn that smile into frown she's six feet underneath the ground, you took her life away how did it feel what did you say, do you remember the golden rule? do unto others you want done to you, well 'slam' now you're crawling 'smack' now you're bawlin, how does that feel? were her bullets made of steel? i need to be precise do everything just right, make you feel her pain, make you feel insane, did you use a trowel then wrap it in a towel? look at what you've done to her, do you see it? now run to her, tell her that you're sorry, tell her not to worry, she'll get her revenge, and i'll drown out the stench, she'll beat you in the afterlife, then cut you with her switchblade knife, no one there will stop her, they'll look at you with laughter, you'll be engulfed in flames, do you feel her hectic pain? slide down your arm with a razor, is that how badly that you hate her? now you've felt it do you see? the golden rule is how to be, take your time to learn this lesson, the golden rule will set you free