The Simple-Minded Poem by Parable Poetry

The Simple-Minded



Think about it,
you never will.
Forget about it,
you always kill.
Dream about it,
the life you steal.

Your problems solved:
with your fists,
with your guns,
with your knife.
Ending with a lifetime in jail.

Drink about it,
so how you feel?
Regret about it,
not really real.
Steam about it,
anger before chill.

Mindless human,
without a heart,
without a soul,
without a life.
Ending with an eternity in hell.

Wesley Hall - 01/27/08

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