Sunday, February 07, 2010

What Kind Of Gun

I don’t know what kind of gun
Or guilt you’d bring to bear
If you came here for a long-delayed revenge or
If instead you departed where you were among the hounds
For your own impromptu comfort,
But I can’t go around being worried about it,
About whether you hit or whether you miss.
For all I know, such an endeavor
Might be doing me a favor
If you just sweetly kiss my ass goodbye
And blow my brains out in a hurry.

Created on 2/3/2010 1:18 PM

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