I am quite a swinger;
My hatchet is true;
Beware that my finger
Points no blade toward you.
This creative non-fiction;
My parasitic lies;
The head of my axe;
Buried between your eyes.
Blood smells like Coins;
Red scent so afire;
Burning in the loins;
A murderous desire.
Hakeem Alexander
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I like the way this one flows, I always loved the rhythmical ones. 😀
Very nicely written with a consistent flow and rhyme scheme.