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The murder of a phonethief.

The young writer made his way down the boring blankness of the city street.
It was busy, but solitary still with boring.
Turns a corner,
Without warning,
A gang of hoods in hoods surround
Looks around, no soul around,
“Ey lad giz yer phone there”
Surely this is too unfair
Orion wearing underwear
Does he play or does he scare
Like silly children fighting fair
The speaker then reveals a blade
Short and slight but thickly made
Through skin and bone
intent to wade
The poet child won’t be waylaid
Visions can/will not be delayed
“Though tough sir you need this phone
To pay the gas bills at your home
It’s full of all my pretty poems
Made in ‘notes’ on nights I’ve groaned.”
“Hahah fkn poems?!” The lads stand all look round and laugh
And think of sweet robberies past
They never used to pay their gas
They did it all just for the laugh
Their body, souls already passed
Reverie drop look up at last
The smirk did twist and twitches last
Into the face that souls doth pass
Back to threaten man they pass
The laughing has but turned to gas
And nervous lack back stony fast
‘Sterling’ cig smoke only gas
There are no jokes, there’re no laughs
And eyes meet eyes in slipping grasp
The writer young, no time for lack
Or food to devils: answer back
Snatches blade
Successful *thwack*
Quicker than the vein of smack
And, Heck!!
Jams it in the speaker’s neck
Lets go to keep violence in check
Lets go, Orion karma checks –
Crimson squirts do issue forth
Around this deadly plunged in fork
-Dirty blood
Made in hood-
No stop to wonder
Or inspect
His win,
How pavement fills with bloody flecks
Gargle “!gaaargh! Do ah pull it out or leave it in lad??!!?”
Damage only made reflect
Eyeballs of monk and group deflect
He carries on, tread at same pace
And direction ‘fore this haste
The group disbands and lets him through
Not running scared but let him through
A few footsteps and then he knew
His souls would be free, red guilt goo
He walked down road, no shred of haste
Just calmly and at quite same pace
From ‘fore they did demand his haste
Looks up to black and outer space

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