Bad dayA Poem by Baby Ricochet
They say death is silent
He never makes a sound I got news for you pookey Death is f*****g loud Death sends tracer rounds Screaming at your head I'll take you if I want you An inch away from dead Death blacks out a crystal sky Riding an aluminum frame Death lyes hiding in the ground Playing his trickster games Death is on a cell phone Talking to mortar crews Setting up coordinates Then were on the us news Death runs at a check point Singing Allah be praised Death squeezed his trigger finger and blew a 14 year old away © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on January 15, 2013 Last Updated on January 15, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more.. |

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