Poem -
Shoot the blood
Don't ask how many honey
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
Where is the money
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
Kill the children
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
Is there anyone who dared
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
That bitch of a mother who never
Cared
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
Go ask your priest
Go ask for peace
Walk down memory lane
Be killed from gunshots to the brain
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
I am a hoodlum
I live in Brooklyn
This is my confession
This is my fucking lesson
I live in squalor and rubble
I am in trouble
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
Don't ask how many honey
Shoot the blood shoot the blood
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Comments
Intense I love it!
Thanks Carolyn!
I wrote this a decade ago and I am
pleased this poem is still effective
in its message of anarchy.
Kind rgs Jai :)