Werewolves everywereA Poem by Some JohnPremedicated murderUnder a werewolf sky It is Friday the thirteenth On this hot summer in July
Off in the distance at the wooded edge of town I could hear the evil stirring Something's about to go down
These wicked creatures That hell had spat out Mingling amongst us Free to roam about
See they look normal To all their human friends However my gun has a scope Fitted with a very special lens
I see their sharp pointy teeth As I close the bolt tight I click off the safety The silver bullet takes flight
Direct hit
right threw his chest Hurry reload I must kill the rest
Bang, bang Another two fall Screams turn silent I must have got them all
I wonder how much they pay For a bunch of werewolf heads Maybe I can now afford To replenish my meds
© 2014 Some JohnAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 2, 2012 Last Updated on April 22, 2014 AuthorSome JohnMt. Iron, MNAboutThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe I became insane, with long i.. more..Writing
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