The Black Plague
Peace, I say.
War not!
You filthy mongrels.
This precious substance
Is not a need,
But simply, an
Unwillingness to
Suffer, like
Them poor,
Poor creatures
That slowly
Die, inside the
Black Vortex
Once called home.
Summer
Wondering out on this pier
A lonely seagull dissapears.
Into a flash of the sun.
I hear a splash,
Summer has begun.
Gossip
Cruely, I spread
This disease.
She said what?
He did who?
The notes pass,
The looks flash,
And the tears
begin.
Another high school career
Has been ruined.
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