I caution you, don’t read too much-
This poem will surely kill.
Which line holds the lethal touch?
Well, that’s part of the thrill...
You feel like taking chances?
You think you are immune?
You think the risk enhances
your abysmal afternoon?
Somewhere in here lies a phrase
or group of special words.
Every time on which they’re gazed
another death occurs.
Please stop reading- -turn your face!
You mustn’t read much more.
You’re quickly nearing the same place
my mother hit the floor!
I showed it to my neighbor-
He got ‘bout halfway through.
His breath began to labor
then his face fell in the stew!
I warned you, sir, now it’s too late-
You’ll never make the phone.
Aren’t you sad you didn’t create
the world’s most dangerous poem?
At my age I'll take the risk death I fear no more A beautiful read, Thanks
Bruh my dad read this and the ambulance is currently on its way inshaallah he makes it
Smoke, but no fire. Yes, I expect fire to be near after I die. Hee- hee! ! :) bri
I must have missed the punchline. Now that I did NOT die, my day is ruined. : (: (
I read this while smoking my pipe full of nice aromatic death nicotine, and would later smoke a pack of cigarettes.. So you know, usually, I live fearlessly on the edge! ! Thanks for sharing Brian.. You are undoubtedly one of the most innovative poets around here..
WOW! I loved the thrill of reading your poem. Now I'm fully awake and can make breakfast... And I'm still alive (for now) ... Great write! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wasn't afraid, I had to go for it and glad I did...10