If any laughs were concerned,
only nine people ate lunch from a
perfect synchrony of five benches.
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
"A perfect group" they say,
if only they knew the nine.
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
A one with dead eyes,
inches with hope, only to get
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
"How relentless?" enough to dismay friends
"Relentless that much?" Sham! as is that,
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
How dark of the soul to dismiss?
Wouldn't have been without a solid, as
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
A feel of fire amongst,
reasonable darkness.
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one turns relentless.
"A sham?" a deep cut.
"Precisely so!" how awful.
Eight of which dismissed,
Only one had to turn.
A ticking time bomb for the benches,
If only they could share to the,
Dismissed eight.... and a euthanised one.
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That Only One
PoetryThe Assaulted, Broken, Tortured and Euthanised, met together on a fine day in June. A group of unmatched fashion, flamboyant tamed hairs, together with bright smiles, light words and flashy eyes that can make spirals. So desperate they were to make...
