Coy Bothwell Poet Free verse

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the tabloid was all but sick
sick the next day to your stomach
it was like sour curdled up old milk
a hard one to tolerate
the article was far from lenient
harmless some day's
 just way out of line
he had it coming 
was just a matter of time
he had no idea that
web's and egg's were being served for breakfast early that morning
eating the tragedy formed a vicious path
 cone of shame around his neck 
you couldn't see
planned a day set long ago
he got the call 
rushed out
and
turned the key
 it was base all the way 
best to his knowledge
best to what he knew

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