Hit Parade Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Hit Parade



Monumental moments sprint
.....Across the finish line - -
A new Month has begun
.....And as always we're ahead of time.

Hired help to kill the day
.....Change their plans come what may- -
Matters not just why they slay
.....For their business is hunting prey.

Copper Heads are always lethal
.....Taking away ones last breath- -
They are hidden cleverly in the underworld
.....They deal only in 'death'.



Theodora Onken

7/27/17

Thursday, July 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: crime,murder
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The world we live in - where hit men and women operate. Pure evil in the world.
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