Poem : Cleanse The Streets

kebab

Follow the dullard from the pub,
Watch him stumble into the kebab house,
Singing lyrics he does not know.
Watch him leave,
Dropping his meal all over the pavement.
Finally he is quiet
And you walk alone down a darkened street.
See your opportunity,
Slice a razor across his throat,
Watch him fall,
Walk away.

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