Explosion Corrosion
Three two one explosion
mind corrosion
that needs to be warn down by a peaceful ocean
taking off like jet propulsion
my heart starts pulsing
beating out my chest cavity
things just had to be
had to happen rapidly
get mixed up in confusion unhappily
emotions beat me down
until I start bruising
start losing
start choosing
mixed up directions and paths
you try and figure it out there is no math
equation or persuasion
just a mask and a nine inch knife like Jason
realize who you are facing
before you try and bout
and lose to a first round knock out. -TA
Copyright © Todd Aguilar Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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