9 june 2014

poetry

Scott Clark
Scott Clark

“Stirred Grit”



Mean as stirred grit,
reach in
and pick none of it,
Load bullets,
Frick it.
Its just grit.
Don't need this... shit!
Or that... to wit,
just my bullets,
Power slivers,
make ya shiver,
and dem quiver.
They will deliver
Believe me,
you'll see....
Pea!
 
…...................BANG!!!!

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