Just A Few Nasty Things

Screw this and the hell with that
Kick the dog and fling the cat
Throw rocks through windows and shoot at cars
Flip off the cops and start fights in bars
Break bottles and chairs and draw some blood
And then tell his honor to go wack his pud
Get thoroughly wasted and go rape some bitch
Or steal a blind man’s cane to take care of an itch
Take someone’s Porsche and drive it over a cliff
Go to the store and return Grandma’s Gift
Hold your breath, and turn a deep shade of blue,
Just a few nasty things that only we humans do.

poem by Michael Troy Buffo
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When Death

(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)

When death is coming up your walk,
And you're unaware of his escence,
You invite him in, and have a talk
Which reeks of omniprescence

When death is sitting in your home
And you're enchanted by his smile
He's been to places like Paris and Rome,
You ask him to stay awhile

When death is leaning very near,
And your house is all aglow,
He whispers something in your ear,
You know it's time to go

When death is touching you all around
And he plays within your head,
You cannot see, nor hear a sound,

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poem by Michael Troy Buffo
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