His Head With a Bullet
His Head With a Bullet
He was mean man who had been God forsaken
All of our money disappeared after being taken
We all by him were continually used and abused
Which was hard to believe and we would refuse.
His house was a fortress and impregnable
Things inside were all neat and impeccable
And appeared to be person of great show
People thought they would want to know.
But in the end he did become distorted
After us all of our money he had shorted
And finally to avoid his constant threat
Head and bullet at same time both met.
In other words, he was killed.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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