Bulletproof

A poem about defending oneself.

Bulletproof!

 

This time I'm bulletproof,
able to survive living
under your roof.

 

Bruises were the proof
of what a man you were,
this time I'm packing heat
so this time I'm bulletproof.

 

I'll be the quickest draw around,
only that will allow me to
sleep soundly.

 

I'll be bulletproof
but under my own roof
this time baby!

 

In case you try to join
me in bed for a little fun,

I've got a special bullet
with your name engraved
on it!

 

I'll be wearing my special vest,
because I know you'll be trying
your best to get
back between my legs to rest.
This time I'll be bulletproof!