Curse of the...

the Revenge

When it is rain time, it rains

when haiku time comes
it will begin to haiku
in sprinkles and storms

some gentle verses
lavender summer night breeze
others poop on shoes

now something unknown
suddenly talons extend
slashing blindly wild

am I enemy
I know I must be somewhere
so why not here now

face mortality
know that you may die today
I won't skip a stroke

destroy all in path
authorities have arrived
sir drop the pen now

you don't call me sir
unless you are in my path
you will surely die

I will live and my
Names not Shirley dear reader
Escape while you can

I can't control this
Force of nature act of god
Some sick joke of muse

Letters spinning blade
sharp and hard as katana
probing for your throat

howling eyes roll back
strings of foaming spittle splat
blend with blood on bed

another falls prey
and another after that
slip and fall in gore

jab and twist of blade
cranium tumbles from neck
throat geysers sticky

splash in open mouth
puke rises into throat
cut short by blade stroke

dead all of them dead
guts skulls and blood so much blood
but none of it mine

I tried to warn them
without remorse or regret
I collect my fee