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Read Poems by Billy Simani

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Poetic Assasin

If poetry should die,
I want to be the one to drive a knife through its heart,
And twist it till I hear its final cry,
Eve though millions would be hurt,
I want to be the one to do it,
I killed it,

Then I would look into its sad eyes,
Make it realize that I lay it to rest,
I’ve natured it and now its time to pay the prize,
I put it out of its misery for the best,
I would probably mourn about it,
But I killed it,

Lay it on a bed of roses,
Sing dirges and curse the hand that killed it,
Put it in a grave full of crescent moons and crosses,
Put a bounty on the killer like a bandit,
I may not have created it,
But I definitely killed it,

Then I would go down history,
As the poet who killed poetry,
In a quest for poetic justice I archived immortality,
Sometimes blood stained hands can be legendary,
It may seem as a pun to have fun about killing it,
But I sure as hell killed it tonight,

Copyright © Billy Simani | Year Posted 2013


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  1. Date: 2/24/2016 6:47:00 PM

    Billy, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 1/3/2016 11:46:00 PM

    BILLY, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**
  1. Date: 5/22/2013 3:46:00 AM

    Aha i see. But u hav asasinatd it so artistically dat u gav it rebirth too like a poetic jesus i must say. I luv puns both readin n writin it so i so enjoyd dis fab piece.