Teeth thrash, people die
I wonder how, then wonder why
Music plays on my stereo
Where will she be? Where should I go?
Green eyes
just above water
watching me squirm
waiting for slaughter
Poems are well written
They mean no harm
Everbody eventually dies
There is no lucky charm
Crooked teeth
in a too big smile
tasting my blood
open like a child
Things will end and start again
Have faith in what makes sense
So many people just don't get it
Unfortunately, soon they wll pay
Wooden cross
beaten beyond belief
to forgive our mistakes
to give us relief
Jewel Fan Named Karl Schmidt May 19 1998
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