It is killing
Sitting with a bald man, with high rank
He's funny; sort of dumb, handicapped
(You speak; he is busy reading a map.)
It is killing
You in need; and the key with madman
Complains of a pain is bubble-stagnant
(Unaware; he is bat, the baby vampire)
It is killing
Going to an office; feeling some slogan
Well-written on a wall, in a sharp black
'The home to the Legos; pens on pads'
Nassy Fesharaki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-killing-2/
