Blood On The Floor

Blood On The Floor short poem

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Well my mother might be almost sixty
But she’s still one damn good-looking
Woman, inside and out she’s has such
A kind heart and her feelings run deeper
Than any ocean can and such a beautiful
Beautiful woman who could have any man
But why she settled for you I’ll never
Understand, you low down rotten scandal
You good for nothing s.o.b., coming home
Drunk all hours of the night taking your
Frustrations out on her that she didn’t do
Anything to deserve…
As a child I couldn’t do anything but
Listen to her cry but I’m not a little boy
Anymore and the next time you lay
A finger on her I’ll put you six feet under
Do you understand…?
My mama taught me not to lay, my mama
Taught me vengeance is the lord’s but I will
Not stand by and watch you abuse her
Anymore so the next time you lay a finger
On her there will be BLOOD, BLOOD ON
THE FLOOR and it won’t be mine that’s
For sure but they’ll be BLOOD, BLOOD ON
THE FLOOR!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Aloke
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Visuals evoked wonderfully Vibrant with life and memory. Stunning write.

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