Here it comes,
Red, yellow, green
The screeching tires
An endless scurry
A clenched fist,
Sweaty palms,
Gritting teeth,
Walk faster now
Run, if you must
Eyes on you
Don’t sweat it
Breathe in again
Don’t mutter
Purse those lips
Hands hidden
Walk upright
Don’t fidget
Run, if you must
The numbness
Will soon subside
Rub hands together
Feel the friction
The mounting heat
Adjust the weapon
Don’t let it protrude
Keep it hidden
Run, if you must
Stay calm now
Clean that face
Purge red stains
Wash everything
And in your bed,
Don’t twist and turn
Don’t harp on it
Close your eyes
Kill, if you must
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