The Shot

The shot I shot the messenger, I got him good One shot and it was done And after that I slowly turned And reloaded my gun And then I took another shot And this one stung me good It burnt my throat and stomach too For it was without food But still I needed one more shot And I took it from afar It turned out blurry, crooked too This while I drove the car And when they scolded me for this I shot right from the hip It didn’t matter much to me Guess I was on a trip I was obnoxious, yes I know Pipe down, and judge me not! I had the chance to make a change And well, I took my shot So if you have a problem with The way I tend to shoot Don’t stress about it, let it be The target is my foot. Wendy Nipas