Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer
Pinterest button
Comments Inbox

 

Trigger Finger

I'm here to settle the score, teaching you the meaning, casualty of war.  I've got 
you dead in my sight.  My scope is always precise.  On the battlefield, you've 
given up all bargaining rights.  Don't look for divine intervention, your suffering is 
my bullets intention.  The only thing more conceited than you, is my trigger finger, 
for It never hears sympathy or pleas, with me the trigger always agrees.  There 
are no negotiations, just my guns willing anticipation of a trigger fingers 
agitation.  Next time we don't hesitate on pulling the trigger.

Please Login to post a comment



A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.