My slam poem

Logan Hollerbach, Johnson 5th hour

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Two brothers along with a friend
wandering mindless without a purpose
then occurs an idea

An old rubber water balloon launcher
untouched and covered in dust of the garage
the sounds of laughter and bad ideas
how bad could it be?

searching for ammunition
high and low
not one ready for action

so let's use rocks
launch them through the night
it sounds fun

so, one rock
two rocks
three rocks
oh geez
a feeling in my brother's chest as if it will bleed

but once again there is no need to fear
my brother only whined for a year.

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