Mozambique Drill

Mozambique Drill,

Two to the chest

One to the head.

 

You keep

Breaking my

Heart

And Messing with my

Head.

But you missed the

Vital organs.

(Somehow)

So something bad

Is going to

Happen now.

The cat is

Looking at me disdainfully.

And you say,

(Concerning my mad expression of

Rage)

"The wind will change and your face will stay like that."

I look at you,

(My expression turning to one of

Disdain)

And tell you,

"There is no wind."

Then I shoot you,

Two

To the chest,

One

To the head.

(And I don't miss

Any vital organs)

 

 

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

ooooooooooo!!!! i love the cold (disdainful) voice of this poem... or at least that's the voice i read it with :P
Very awesome.

"There is no wind."
Then I shoot you,
Two
To the chest,
One
To the head.

Love it.