over a big ol' bowl of vegetable soup, i found the poem for the day. short and sweet and to the point... and damn brilliant, if i may say.
T: Karla Faye Tucker
Karla died a little death
each time her pickaxe fell.
All that coming made her deaf;
she'd killed and & her fill.
A Texas warden took her in
(the mug-shot turned out nice).
Karla Faye got born again
to give her life back twice.
-Jennifer Colin Scaife
2 comments:
Creepy and good.
:) she's a new poet to me but i think her work is just awesome. i found this poem in five finger's review.
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