Playing with a razor
By Jimmy Crowley
Playing with a razor
Feels like I’ve been shot with a laser.
What is this pain I feel?
Will it ever heal?
Why do I see blood?
The sink is starting to flood.
The bathroom is locked like a cave.
I guess I’m not ready to shave.
“Help Mommy Help,”
That’s all I could yell.
“I stole daddy’s razor and the bleeding won’t stop!”
Onto the floor my body drops.
I guess I won’t be shaving anymore.
By Jimmy Crowley
Playing with a razor
Feels like I’ve been shot with a laser.
What is this pain I feel?
Will it ever heal?
Why do I see blood?
The sink is starting to flood.
The bathroom is locked like a cave.
I guess I’m not ready to shave.
“Help Mommy Help,”
That’s all I could yell.
“I stole daddy’s razor and the bleeding won’t stop!”
Onto the floor my body drops.
I guess I won’t be shaving anymore.
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