A Perfect Target
So lovely her smile,
So perfect her teeth,
A perfect body,
To finish the wreath.
A perfect target
For those with a sick mind,
How perfect, they think,
Oh, what a great find.
They think of her screaming,
They think of her pain,
What a great win,
What a great dame.
They charge her,
They just can't wait,
But one thing they missed,
She is their bait.
They were on the run,
But this girl can handle a gun,
Not only that,
She knows they want to have "fun."
But their fun
Turns black,
They can't run now,
There's no turning back.
They look at
Their "Shawtie"
But who knew,
this girl had a black belt in karate!
Copyright © Zelda Cane | Year Posted 2011
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