Mercy! Mercy!
A semblance of grace must be shown.
As blade be drawn and smile emerge
The flick of wrist is seen
The die were cast many decades ago
The instinct was grown in earliest year
Encroach not near, my flesh in fear
Waves are raised and follicles stiff
But metal meet flesh
In swift angled motion
No sound but the intake of breath
New orifice created!
Merlot does it spit!
Vendor bent double in pain
Clean up the puddle
Someone may slip
The mingle of wines is uncouth
Repulsive and wicked
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC
Mercy! Mercy!
A semblance of grace must be shown.
As blade be drawn and smile emerge
The flick of wrist is seen
The die were cast many decades ago
The instinct was grown in earliest year
Encroach not near, my flesh in fear
Waves are raised and follicles stiff
But metal meet flesh
In swift angled motion
No sound but the intake of breath
New orifice created!
Merlot does it spit!
Vendor bent double in pain
Clean up the puddle
Someone may slip
The mingle of wines is uncouth
Repulsive and wicked
© Tyson Williams