Finger 4

And you thought you were smarter
By every step you take
All it takes is a little pinch of color
On your face so plain and lifeless

Pale and bloodless figures with
Embroidered purple and beads
Scowl wrote the boss and that’s
The world needs more of this

Weekend poetry serves me better
Farther along the trail of gore
All I hum with the score of four
Is that lil rhyme that we sang together

And now when all I have for you
Is the ring finger that I have kept
And then you will walk upto me
As dead as dead gets lookin for it

Stiff as it gets been 7 long years
And I swear I never had it this good
Im still waitin for the knock so familiar
The four fingered knock knock knock