DEA(f)TH...

He came to take me

on a black sabbath day.

With rituals under cover,

he gave me no words to utter.

There was a full moon on the sky.

Someone walked across me.

It was just another day

with so much left to see.

What a surprise?

I heard a shot.

There was noise outside the window.

Someone slipped into a room.

I looked around.

I saw unhappy faces.

I had a warm feeling.

I looked down.

It was blood smiling warmly at me,

soaking my underpants.

I collapsed.

Is this what they call death?

I thought.

I had a dizzy feeling.

My lil' world revolved around me.

There were shrieks and cries.

I opened my eyes for one last time.

I saw images flickering like a candle.

Blank!

I heard shouts but 'twas too late.

Someone closed my lids.

I could hear the siren.

I heard footsteps quite close by.

Some hands lifted my body.

I felt light like a feather.

I opened my eyes again.

Death was staring at me

I said, ' who the hell shot me?'

REPORT CARD

My daddy was asked to sign a paper
but his hands got shaky on the paper.
No. It was not cold.
In fact, he is very bold.
No. He was not nervous.
In fact, he is quite boisterous.
'Daughter you make me proud',
is wat he'd cried in a crowd.
I stood first again in my class
and still I wore no glass.
He was in his finest suite.
He was looking very cute.
His hat slanted in a perfect style,
his face was full of naughty smiles.
Tears trickled down his cheeks
and he pinched my red cheeks.
'Twas quite a lot of bliss
to seal his lips with a kiss.
We left the room hand in hand
heading toward the motor stand.