I Blew His Brains Out
(This is a fictional poem. People should never take the law into their own hands.)
A drug dealer's drugs killed my son.
I went after that bastard with a gun.
What he did to people was a disgrace.
He laughed when I confronted him so I shot him in the face.
Now I'm in prison but I don't regret what I did.
That animal will never be able to kill anymore kids.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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