The Oppressor

The Oppressor

A Poem by Zach Gordano

I dare you to.
Say one more f*****g word.
Directed to me?
See what happens...
Why are you still talking?
Oops, I broke your leg.
Off, actually.
Now I'm sharpening the severed bone.
Why are you crying?
There's no one here to help now.
Should have shut your f*****g mouth in the first place.
And yet, you're still rambling incoherent thoughts.
There goes your tongue.
I guess you do have sharp legs.
Ha! Who would have thought?
Actually, let me make an incision.
Oh s**t, is that me or you?

© 2009 Zach Gordano


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Zach Gordano
Zach Gordano

Peabody, MA