Assassin's Fumy Pipes
abruptly upward and into the nose
the fumiest light smelly fumes
you did ever smell
what the hell
to take a smelly whiff
is surely at your own risk
so try not to explain or justify
that assassin's new trick
head did twirl around
and nose did burn
and the day became faster
but time seemed to go slower
slow and fast
and the whole house
tried to stay awake
the more you fight
the sleep
the more your head aches
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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