Twenty-Two
Twenty-two twenty-two caliber guns,
With twenty-two ammo,
Pointed at me....
By twenty-two small time hoods
Each having done twenty-two years apiece...
I'm hoping twenty-two times,
Twenty-two twenty-two's
Ran out of sufficient gun grease!
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