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  293.     

The Absolute Perfect Murder

if you seek execution
of the absolute perfect murder - rural or city
it shall not be accomplished by flawless plans,
in the hunt of stealth activity
not by moving in secret,
under cover of shadows - night above
not by wearing a shadowy cloak,
dark mask and tough leather gloves
not with a calm cold heart,
completely clothed in all black - to mesh
not with accentuated red eyes, fiery,
boiling organs of your flesh
not by pitter pattering in the wet streets
like rain falling - bursting drops
with a watered mouth of solvent sugar,
comtemplating, sucking, dissolving a lollipop
not by encroaching with sheltered hatred
of your target fixed - basking
not by exposing steel glistened,
eager intent fueling fingers grasping
no; facilitation of murder in perfection
of absolute perception - of self
circles when one premeditates to kill
the murderous spirit itself
a conscienceness of inner war,
conquer the treacherous violence of heart - a prefect
its immobilization, its spiritualization,
its bloodlessness, its life, its perfect
 
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  294.     

Orestes

I’d kill you if there wasn’t
An umbilical cord wedged between us.
Gods dictate what will happen
If I don’t murder you.
The Gods dictate what will happen
If I do.

Everything happens in circles,
A cycle that’ll never stop.
Humans can’t stop the cycle,
But they keep it spinning instead.
It makes no sense,
But, nothing ever does.

I’d kill you if there wasn’t
An umbilical cord wedged between us.
Gods dictate what will happen
If I don’t murder you.
The Gods dictate what will happen
If I do.

© Charlie F. Kane

21/3/06
 
Charlie F. Kane

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  295.     

Happy Trails

Happy Trails

I once heard a song
Happy trails to you
Sung by a man on a horse
A golden palomino that ran, danced. And counted to ten
and more
Happy trails would end the show
A show of violence, killing, murder and more
Let’s chase down the bad guy
Defend the defendable
And after the fights, the death, the murder
The hero kissed the girl and sang that cheerful song
Happy trails to you until we meet again
Meet again so you can see the death and destruction
all over again
But if you are a hero in everyone’s mind
Death and destruction is alright and happy trails to
you until we meet again

George Bush



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  296.     

Murder, In The First Degree

He went to a public library that's quiet and free;
Arrested, he was, for murder, in the first degree;

Inside the library, there was a book to find,
Slowly he approached his victim, an ol' woman who's kind;

Close to her backside, he stood lurking behind,
Little ol' granny was reading and paid him no mind;

The quick use of his weapon caused her to dropp dead on the spot,
It was the eyeball witness who saw, that's how he got caught;

Now the jury must see the weapon that t'was horribly used,
But the killer tried to hide his nose and loudly refused;

So her death that came from his loud sharp sneeze,
Made her heart quickly stop, quiver, and seize;

So his hands were shackled, the murder weapon viewed,
The jury gasped loudly for air, outraged was their mood;

Soon after his shnozzle was clearly depicted,
The jury was unanimous, ... they quickly convicted.
 
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