Disguised Killer | By: Clay Chapman | | Category: Poem - Death Bookmark and Share

Disguised Killer

You know me,

I know you,

We go together

Like Mencius and Chou

I scratch your back

You scratch mine,

I rip your flesh out

Like an elk’s tine.

I burn your skin

I make you sick

I sting your eyes

I’m what makes you tick.

But when you light me

My smell is grand

A tasty aroma

You cannot stand.

You created me

A death that is due

Hey, what can I say?

If I were you, I’d hate me too.

Now look at you

You’re weak and dying

And I’m still killing

As your family is crying.

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