Ode to a Knife
Oh knife you are so sharp,
you make me want to cut things,
you make me want to cut off a cricket's eye.
But you will cut me too,
and I will bleed red blood,
and in my panic I will sling blood on the walls.
It will look like...
I have murdered someone,
but it is really my own blood.
You have a special place,
in my life my knife,
and it is in my floor.
Many complain about you,
being in my floor,
but worry not for i do not listen.
It is because they fear you,
Oh great Knife,
that they speak agaist you.