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Flaming red, Burning spot
Capsaicin bullets, Tabasco shot
Into my eyes, not watering nose
Batons flaying, and Taser® hose
Pistols drawn, Miranda rights
No use crying, read my last rites
Into the ground for stealing food
Leaving behind my family and hood
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Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photo for Matt’s weekly photo challenge on “hot“, I’ve decided to write poetry on his photo.
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