Drop
Nevertheless the sweat drip drip dripping
From the anaerobic exercise
Of running while holding the sparkling
Red in your gut
Serial killers relentless as they appear
But hide between their crotch
Once they listen, hear, and nonchalantly feel the crunch
snap, scream in agony
Useless fighters put up a fight
Inevitably squashed in my palm
While singing a soft and fearful song
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