The Tip. A Cut But No Blood Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>My business

as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom

i'm having a lesson with those stones..

Though it's none of your business about my business,

yet i'm willing to tell.

My business

as a stranger to everyone.

You should not watch me, shouldn't you see me by chance.

Last night you ran into my altar, cutting in my ceremony

Turning the whole thing into a blasphemy...

Don't you utter sorry,

my master will look into your heart, so avoid cutesie

You interrupt my service for my honorable master,

i've only sacrificed half my soul

the remaining half is penetrating you when you down the blood.

diddle you...

I have no blood.