Jack the Rip-Off
JACK THE RIP-OFF
cold homicides
from clean quills
vices of knives
sharp sharks
stalk down
Piranha’s
with platitudes
of
predictability
but in your brain
red is the pain
without gain
expressing
reality
in waves
no need to
explain
© Kim van Breda—22 October 2015
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