Poetry is
Isis, or
Daesh, or
Isil, or
IS, or
rabid muslims,
with bad attitudes, or
whatever the fuck they call themselves,
being blown up by a bomb.
"Ah!" Boom!
The way these fanatic's
brain tissue splatters
against the nearest wall
is poetry in motion.
Kersplat!
One less
to deal with,
is poetic
in
itself.
Kerboom!
One
less.
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