As she got on her knees,
she was ready,
thoughts running through her head,
sure seemed heavy.
Just do it,
don’t think,
as she grabbed the shaft,
and put it in the hole
where she would laugh.
Oddly warm
and feeling right,
this sure did give her,
much delight.
She was happy now,
and he would be too,
with one quick breath,
she finally blew.
She reached out her hand
coddling the base of the gun,
she pulled the trigger,
now she’s done.
Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
Original Poetry 