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Spiteful Human's
DS (29 june 1965 / newcastle under lyme)

Spiteful Human's

Poem By dave sherratt

your sticks and stones
can't break my bones
but your words will always plague me
burrowed deep
disturb my sleep
syllables madly thrash me

cut inside. thrust and parry
a sentence aimed at my throat
mind and soul
a killing zone
apologies aren't the anti-dote

assassing runs, shooting done
first shot straight in the minds eye
the pain begins
your hurt no reigns
breathless feeling, time to die

pour fat into the fire
wet leaves onto the smoke
fire in my head
please let me be dead?
but first i'll have a coke

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