Flickers (A Poem)
By Adam Hammelman
Flickers, orange things, plastic tabs,
Shooting them isn't bad.
I like to shoot them at people's heads,
They get pissed off and want me dead.
Look on the floor and you will find some,
Fire it and you will hear it hum.
All teachers hate them, they think they hurt,
They really don't if you get hit in the shirt.
When they fall they make a lovely sound,
I fire them by the pound.
When principals hear it they're on my sac,
So I fire a warning for them to step back.
I recycle them everywhere I go,
Because I got skills like a mo fo.
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