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Death and the Non-Scanning Poem (Free verse) by tooniron
Unfortunately I exploded an ocelot
turned it into a philedelphia pepper pot
I tried to repair it with adhesive
but the limbs were not cohesive
So I continued on my journey
avoiding any prosecuting attorney
Until I reached my destination
where i met the federal bureau of investigation
they took me to the penitentiary
built at the turn of the century
where i was killed by another convict
A handpicked hick opium addict
My body was sent below ground level
Leaving my soul to be tormented by the devil
Surrounded by Military Personnel in Hell
All because of a single solitary shotgun shell
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