Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Epic

Wasn'T Nothing Major

The first person shooter
did video confess:

It was just a little bang  bang,
no big deal ... wasn’t nothing major at all

Minor beef got some onions grilled,
cheap talk had turned dirt ill
And when the rumors started to spin,
volcanic tempers got lit
by the lava vapors rivals were spitting
Burning rubber then did the talking

In a simmering pace,
he gunned the motor ... bodies flew 
left and right
Terror death mask 
wore a frozen, frightened face

The exhaust did a little bang  bang,
nothing major to sweat ... just a little drunken rage
behind the steering wheel
Luckily, very few bystanders got killed

Took a momentary brake,
cuz a smoke break is always calm-y good
Can’t overheat the radiator — 
make you have to stop, and pop the hood

But his hot anger was on a nitro move,
it just wouldn’t standstill
Tiger on a prowl ... fool went and rattled the cage
So he rolled fast and furious to the kill

Went and did a little bang  bang,
it wasn’t no major world war production
Did a couple trigger pulls,
ended the cold air breathing thang

The body count 
was a bit above minimum ... 
but accidents happen, 
he surmised

He was caught cuz he got cocky — 
Did a little talk to the dead body
Told the fade-to-black eyes,
he blood wet the bed
when he got a bullet pillow kiss
to his bulbous head

It was just a little bang  bang,
no major killing damage was done
‘Specially seeing how,
T1's a human Terminator with a gun

He and Lucy Luger
had a little bang  bang conversation,
to coffin shut the mouth of a big talker

That’s the long-winded version
from the first person
who drew the short straw

Then went and did a little bang  bang

First, he drunk whiskey deep — 
took long gulps from the short cups
Lastly, he fell into a zombie sleep,
went and spilled some mixed blood ... 
guilty and innocent
In a race with the devil, 
his trigger hand 
was indiscriminately hellbent

He did a little firecracker bang  bang ... 
it was no big deal,
wasn’t nothing major at all

He gave a little Roman candle 
ratpack payback,
for the missing member of the T gang

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Lawrence Sharp October 31, 2018 at 12:12 AM Dynamic, well paced, very creative use of wording. Great write.

Chris Green October 30, 2018 at 3:22 PM Wow, I don't even know what to say Freddie, this was loudly amazing. You word usage always leaves me in awe. You paint scenes that feel like graffiti but are as real as the ink that flows from your pen. Can't keep a good man down unless of course you take him down but...that's no big deal, nothing to sweat over. Very cool my friend.