Give me a gun
I want to shoot someone
Make sure the bullets are really rusty
It’ll be more fun this way…I know for sure
Give me a gun
His time has come
Make sure the bullets are bigger than his brain
…on second thoughts ….even the smallest bullets would be bigger than that.
Give me a gun
Its time for some fun
Give me a gun
It’s good that they’ve left no rum
Give me a gun
Give me a gun
Give me a gun
3 comments:
while we were having beer...someone got too morbid!
Hey Mr. MORBID.
how are you doing? any new sad stories??
we're deprived of them...
:)
clearly you have no future in poetry wrting. so whats eating you huh?
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