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Writer's pictureDarkling Thrushes

Ceremonial Knife

My Western Civ teach used to throw parties, 

For the students, help them break the windows 

With rocks, there was a secret door to Narnia, 

In the back of the Janitor’s Wardrobe. 

 

We found him one morning floating dead in 

A swimming pool with bullet-holes over his back. 

Turns out he was trying the balance of 

A Ceremonial Knife in the hall. 

 

And a Little Hoodlum snitched to the Mob. 

So, five guys borrowed the principal’s car, 

Some ammo from the glove compartment, 

And paid a visit to Western Civ Dept. 

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