2613299's blog: "My Rhymes"

Dead man walking,

walking man dead.

The first sentenced to death,

for popping a bullet in the others head.

Dead man walking,

walking man dead.

He caught her cheating,

then he chopped off her head.

Dead man walking,

walking man dead.

Both got drunk,

one killed the other for what he said.

Dead man walking,

thousands dead.

Built some bombs,

Placed them in a shelter where the homeless were being fed.

Dead man walking,

walking man dead.

Smoked some bad crack,

That went straight to his head.

Dead man walking,

Too many people dead.

Let's stop the killing;

while we still have our heads.

Amy S. Graham

This poem was from a dream I had after a dear friends husband killed her when he found her cheating on him with her boss.  Yes, he chopped off her head!

Th, June 14, 2001

2:34:54 PM