It ca have been in Costa Rica
Or much likelier God’s America…
Perhaps in Europe’s calmer Britain
But we know he fires shots: Briton…
A female Nigerian car owner
Had negotiated a road’s corner
And run into some immobile car
While she still had a final stop far…
She should have just tried a “Hello”
And “May I help you, Nice Fellow;”
No! fingers quick to find her car’s horn,
She sounding the thing, mind free of scorn…
“Then, she heard it but made sure ‘No shout:’
Try it again I blow your brains out!”
The white had made sure she saw his gun,
Looking like it’d wanted the thing done…
They say kill the bad thoughts and feelings, but they're all concealed in your head? So,do you blow your brains out and hope that your scattered insides contain the impure thoughts?...purge yourself with a gun?...
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