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The Dead Man's Gun

He found it in the alley Where someone stashed it and run The steel felt cold in his hands As he held his brand new gun Only fourteen with a chip on his shoulder He stuffs it in his pants Feeling ten feet tall and bullet proof Now no one stands a chance He decides to rob a supermarket To show his friends he has no fear He walks in the store and yells get on the floor But the cops were already near He ran from the market as a shot rang out Hitting him in the back He tossed the gun in a garbage can Right before his sight went black A twelve year old saw it all So he waited til the cops were done One more victim waiting to die As he reaches for the dead man's gun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 1/15/2011 7:53:00 PM
So much truth, Larry. Happens way too often. Awesome write. Ralph
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Date: 1/14/2011 9:43:00 PM
Larry Belt, what a tragic poem. excellent' (lin~ra)
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