I left him satisfactorily dead.
A few quick blows to the head,
fractured skull,
burst eyeball,
shattered nose.

Blood and aqueous humour
mixed into a volatile mixture,
a taste of sick and jelly
[available from all (not so) good supermarkets]
dribbling over his tongue
and past his uvula,
his tonsils,
down pharynx,
past larynx,
into bronchi,
settling in alveoli,
and he drowns
a satisfactorily death.
you scar the hell out of me, honestly.
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Dear Stoner Stone,
I have found in reading this post that you are lacking the intelligence of a normal person.
you need serious help, possibly involving a screwdriver, and a large piece of wood.
please, be deceased now.
thank you

A tad odd no doubt, but interesting. The poem doesn't show any real reason. It's a dead guy, that's quite clear. But there's no explanation why, no final meaning that comes from it. Just a bit unclear. The use of so many technical names sort of detracts from the intense feeling of the piece. Makes me feel like I started watching the movie Seven switched to Bill Nye's episode on the body, and then back to Secret Window at the end.

Blood and aqueous humour
mixed into a volatile mixture,

Really liked these two lines
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meh, I've listened to every radiohead album and honestly don't get what everyone loves about them.....

cause you're ****ing stupid

I don't know, man. I usually like your stuff, but this just felt immature. Especially the bracketed line about the supermarkets, just felt like a weak joke.

I guess you were going for macabre humor, but it isn't my style.