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Feb 2010
Three-two-one, Boom!
Said the guns,
Of Eric and Dylan.


Eric portrayed as mastermind,
Dylan as the follower, the disciple;
Violence: the school of after-hours.


Just say no to sawed-offs,
They proclaimed, laughing;
But by the end they were saying, hell yes.


Eric's nose broken by the kickback,
As he played a game of hide and seek
Under a library table.


But the fun wore off, alas;
The fantasy lived out was not as fulfilling
As all the dreams they'd shared.


So they went on to hell together
To see what trouble they could raise there-
And left us all holding the bag.
I've been reading a lot about the Columbine school massacre, since at the time it happened I apparently was too busy to be able to pay attention.Β Β Sometimes I am obsessed with stories like this one; this is my latest obsession. Don't worry; it's slowly wearing off now. Such a sad tale, though, that can nearly break your heart.
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