RICOCHETA Poem by Mark Alexander Boehm
I am on the road
I'm on the run Engaged in an arms race But forgot my gun What a sickening sound The way you recoil Should've kept that safety on You shot, you missed Bet you didn't know those were Poisoned lips that you kissed You've unleashed a crazy man Unearthed a fearless warrior Took aim at a retched soul Give it some time Your misfirings will take their toll Ricochet-et-et Pulled the trigger But you won't hit me, No, not today-ay-ay Every time you shoot at me That bullet's coming back to you Ricochet-et-et Ricochet. Don't even think about Raiding this caravan I'm a caring man But I still have eyes on my back Friends watch my six Armed with stones and sticks I know what makes you tick I am the arms of the clock I'll decide when Enough is enough And when the end Of this war has come Ricochet-et-et Pulled the trigger But you won't hit me, No, not today-ay-ay Every time you shoot at me That bullet's coming back to you Ricochet-et-et Ricochet. Bullets bouncing everywhere Did you really think that I would not hear About the guns you played with When I wasn't looking? Caught a whiff of the lies You always seem to be cooking. Don't hurt yourself trying to reload, It'll all be in vain. My rhyming a*s already hit the road, Ears ready to hear you cry out in pain. Ricochet-et-et Pulled the trigger But you won't hit me, No, not today-ay-ay Every time you shoot at me That bullet's coming back to you Ricochet-et-et Ricochet. © 2016 Mark Alexander Boehm |
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