Stone Cold Killer Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Stone Cold Killer
Violins play, softly and tenderly; I grab my pen to scribble something cleverly, in a moment or two I begin to mutilate words like tearing books at a library; abusing every rhyme, assaulting every syllable and annihilating every punctuation; the irony is that I am a lawyer and thus I fully fathom the repercussions of murder but I kill them anyway, these words have never known life in my presence; a stone cold killer I am, filled with nothing but abhorrence and yet, I remain unapologetic; I could never lift a finger against fellow man. Sometimes, so I kill these words instead; the meaning will always be misread, so long as the hidden message is unread.

Check! I am the serial killer they told you to beware of, in my presence every protective sheathe wares off, I am the lexicographer withno fixed address, a mystery living in care of, wordsmiths dare off; no pen lord can touch me even with a pair of, gloves impair, so; I am the nightmare of, every person that claims poetry is theirs so, dare me not because I was born for this, poetry's my only bliss even the initials of my name spell KiSS; I am the protagonist of every urban legend told, the star in every dreamer's book yet to unfold; the shine in every golden dream pawned, unlikeRumpelstiltskin, I am the truth to every yarns spawned but when these poets fire canons at me, I am the blue ticks, the Eminem that wins even when he never responds.

You see! I am the Poet on every Poet's wanted list, the unorthodox and bohemian spoken word Artist; atleast, everytime they thought they figured me out, I gave them a plot twist; my ink is the elixir of immortality because with it, I have written myself into a gazillion lifetimes so unlike my hair, I can never die; I swear, with these words I am more than just an immortal alchemist; I covalently bond these words together like a scientist; when they say take the good with the bad, I take the bad as if good, my life has made me a masochistic; but I speak even for the weak like an activist, I refuse to be just another meek artist; I slay these words that my people can havelife atleast,I kill these words before I grant them life like a biologist, I am just one mean stone cold word killing machine and am damn good at it, so who wants to tempt me?
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