i load my gun,
other than blank.
in target range,
i was the highest rank.
i see my victim,
or target shall we say,
i check the area,
i look either way.
i see no-one,
not even a soul.
i cock my gun,
i can see my goal.
i squeeze the trigger,
it hits him hard.
blood squirts out,
covering at least a yard.
i clean my gun,
i wipe it away.
scurrying through the alley,
like a dirty scared stray.
the trick is hard,
but easy to learn.
practise it more,
death is what you yearn. |
