George grabbed a pen and Michael grabbed a sword
as they vowed to finally settle the argument
of who was more poetic.
Within a matter of seconds
Michael sliced off George’s hand
like a thing slicing a thing.
He then shoved the sword as a something would shove a sword
right through George’s quad making a kind of plop sound.
More of a squidge sound actually.
You know, it sounded just how you’d imagine.
Michael was so angry if he was an animal you’d have said
wow that animal is fuming
or if he was a plant you’d have said
wow that plant is annoyed
but he was a human so he was just so angry.
So angry he took the sword and sliced George’s cheek.
So angry he got the sword and sliced George’s cheek.
So angry he had the sword and sliced George’s cheek.
George hit the floor, breaking his spectacles,
Before Michael scraped out his eyes
And strangled him to death as a
bonafide hooligan from an organised crime unit would.
© Carl Burkitt 2017