another day on the job?A Poem by nigrum homonculusi have never seen anyone focus on the mindset of an assassin who is a loving father. so i put myself in his shoes.The beer, light and fluffy. The sun, blazing down upon me. This sandy beach with its oven cooked floor. The steel in my pocket, projectiles galore. Sunbathing and waiting. My mark is approaching. Looks like a mix between Mario and van helsing. An Odd combo, an even worse appearance. His moobs are hairy, his speedos ain’t manly. Who am I to judge, I’m wearing sandals with socks. Should of prepared my outfit instead of downing shots. Wait what? He has a little girl….. No older than 5…just like mine at home. She doesn’t know what I do She wouldn’t be proud if she did. Her dad, a homewrecker. Sending another dad to meet his maker. I don’t know the guy, all I know is a contract. His name, his age and all his contacts. Other than that, zero, zilch, ditto. His wife don’t deserve to be a widow. I better get out of here. This mission’s aborted. i need to look at myself and get my head sorted. © 2012 nigrum homonculusReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 6, 2012 Last Updated on July 6, 2012 Authornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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