In a Bathtub

We've all taken a shot, in the name of Love and War; so for a little silliness to break the monotony, I'll tell you about the time I practiced Kung Fu, but In a Bathtub

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The fluorescent light

slashed away night

like a scalpel to the iris

The hemp ropes

bit into skin

deeper then the murder of innocents

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The saint of addiction

poured

poison onto skyscrapers

unto my skin

into my hair

herb to lung

powder to brain

chemical on tongue

then veins, aorta and heart

I drowned in molasses

screamed till your

expectations filled my lungs

Corrupt

As a herald of prophecies

the Patron Saint of Distractions

The FOOL

the Jester of Court

Into

Fell into

I fell into

a world of distortion mirrors

the lens in a dark room

manipulating only invisible light

Striking matches with no fingers.