Poem -
The Norm
Pop! Pop!
Stop!
The blood dripsā¦dripsā¦
Where my hand grips the rip
The rip in my pants
I caught a glance as the shooter prancedā¦
And I started to dance
Dance within my mind with the realization
Of the actual time
Too lateā¦
Too lateā¦
Too lateā¦
For what he has just done
Is but only a crumb
Of what has becomeā¦
The norm
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