Killroy

Poem By justin byerline

I got my pen back
but i feel like i am on the rack
it's my favorite pen
but they threw me in the lions den
took my spirit
it took my soul
stuffed it away
in a moldy fish bowl
the creature had a heart black as coal
tried to run
tried to hide
but someone else was hiding on the other side
an old man dies
and two planes collide

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