.45 and a cyanide ampule

.45 and a cyanide ampule

A Poem by Rob Funk

Its all lost,

Hence I am checking out at any cost,

Time to sleep,

I'm such a creep,

I do believe I am in too  deep,

Hell these bills are pretty steep,

Cant wait to go to sleep,

Don't weep,

I simply am not worth it,

Walk with a sense of purpose,

I pulled that trigger once,

F**k I regret I didn't meet the digger,

An inch to the left,

An inch to the right,

Why did he leave me here to fight,

The bullet struck,

I bet my last buck,

F**k my luck,

I should have died,

I told them I was glad to have survived,

However I lied,

That .22,

It failed me like it will fail you,

No need to be blue,

I can use a .45 just like you,

Last time they "saved" me,

They knew by saving this life,

They enslaved me,

Fail safe method,

Could it be,

A car and a tree,

Or this pretty gun,

Well this is going to be fun,

At least I wont be on the run,

I wonder if I will ever hear the thunder,

From down under,

He was lucky,

If that's what you think,

You sir need a drink,

Close my eyes,

Just that 1 split second,

Then I shall hear the devil beckon,

Nothing I am good at but wreckin,

F**k it,

They made a pistol for a reason,

Well I guess its just the time of the season.

© 2013 Rob Funk


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This one sounded like from a wonderful James Bond movie style...Excellent...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

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A Poem by Rob Funk