Backspace

out for a pastrami

hit by a tsunami

woke up feeling like a

leftover from a sleep over

looking like a zombie

the door is open but

It’s hard to get through

the strangles and throttleholds

hanging over the threshold

ambushed by a sheepfold

the shepherd was nonzero

forget about looking for a hero

in trouble deeper than ground zero

my clothes are red

I’m not a blood nor do I

claim to be a cuzz

my clothes are red coz

Its blood all over me

like something hit

and ran over me

my wallet is black

it’s green inside

green enough

to cost me my life

there was no price

caught up in a web

spun twice

rolled the dice

slit & sliced

like a Ginsu knife

laid wide open

eyes closed and hopin

to  make a run for it and

walk away with my life