The Killer Poem by Corey Fauchon
The Killer
The phone rings
The machine sings
The machine beeps
The person speaks
No sound in the house
Not even a small mouse
The only audible sound
That of a distant hound
Blue & red lights flash
As the killer makes a dash
Cops open the door
See 5 bodies on the floor
The killer had gone
He always takes a bone
The cops did'nt even look
They just wrote in their book
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