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Gun

Gun
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Gun .. look now
What you have done !
Ripped our fun apart !
Vent  your muscle ..
Smokin
To let tears run
There be no sun ..
For Felix
Lying down
Do you think 
Such is fun ?
Tears now all around
He could not run.
To the gal’s
He was delicious Felix
With a mighty heart
To the lady’s
He did not fool around
Hello he last said
And now he is lying
Down instead
On the ground.
Fool with gun in hand
Still smoking ..
And a cry for
Delicious Felix
with scarlet scar
In sexy denim 
Spiced in cologne
Downed by scum
No longer around
Gun why do you
Bury under ground ?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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