Monday, June 30, 2014

Sick Poetry: Bolshevik

“Why allow my political opponents to speak against me,”
thought Stalin,
“When I could just have them killed?”
So he did.
No one could say they disagreed with the government
For more than a few days, anyway.
A rival leader, Trotsky, was shot.
He was also attacked
with an ice pick.
An ice pick in the ear.
Dude, Trotsky.

I know that feel, bro.

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