Best Poem of A.E.J. Jordan

Death Of Frankenstein
Strapped with thick leather belts
With the head metal gear
Chains that rise to the skies
Storms that moan and groan
Lightning strikes instantly
Leaving just dust and bones . . .
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Driving Home
Staring straight over top of my white knuckles now
A surreal movie scene in my head round and round
Just a flick of my wrist and my car would go reeling
Straight into a tree trunk so that’s how I’m dealing
With the constant onslaught of the bullsh*t each day
Makes a sane person imagine for a moment and pray
W . . .
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