Murdering Devices
Jill Campbell
Officer, I’ve done something
Horrible to my words.
They began to work against me
So I took my revenge.
Simile I pushed
from the 10th floor balcony.
He died a lot
Like Metaphor.
Alliteration I swiftly stabbed
slipping silently
past on an empty
side street.
The Concrete I sunk
with rough stone boots,
his pale body, lifeless,
on the bottom of the lake.
Cliché I gutted
like a fish.
He was a scaredy-cat,
a blubbering mess.
And lastly,
I murdered Rhyme,
by replacing his tea
with Turpentine.
So you see, officer,
that I pose you no threat.
But if you don’t arrest me
your words could be next.
1 comment:
Wow. So after posting this I realize that I forgot to fix the format a little. More like now it's one giant stanza instead of 4 (ish).
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