The Vigilante Poet
Time zoomed by
left behind a smoking trail
and skidmarks only I could see
Nobody cared when I said
Iβd been a victim of a drive-by shooting,
Love in the driverβs seat
So I stemmed my bleeding with paper
Turned poetry into paper planes
And sent them flying everywhere I saw the rogues appear
One of these days,
One of them will find its mark
And bring my perpetrators to justice.

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