Poetry

Homicide

I blast you with two nines
Get your spine struck and your heart tipped
3 bullets rip the curtains behind you
I pull out a third nine
And walk around the house
Reciting absurd rhymes
As I chase your wife around
I pop the cannon at her legs
And make her dance in place
One bullet clips her toe and she goes
Oh!
I tell her I’m about to let her go
Just give me a kiss
She did …

And I left!

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