Lyrical Kill Shot
My words are a saxophone,
my phrases a drum
My stanzas a keyboard,
my rhyming a gun
The Muse is my bullet,
the readers a shield
The darkness my target
—its bullseye revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
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