Always at work firing mails all day - feeling like a hitman today!
18.5.22
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Contest Name: WORK PERSPECTIVE
Categories:
hitman, perspective,
Form: Monoku
A Job
I work designing guns
Never out of a job
Quite creative work
Firing pins to mags
Via handles and barrels
Art via a lathe
My mind and hands
Always at work
Like the hitmen
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers OUT LATE 2021/EARLY 22
Categories:
hitman, death, jobs, work,
Form: Blank verse
We each have a pistol and ammo
Issued by the company
Goes with the job for life
Only way out natural death or suicide
Take your pick you’re here now
Categories:
hitman, america, journey, murder,
Form: Blank verse
Crap Job
I’m endlessly told be grateful you’ve got a job
But I’d love to pick another slave to do it
So they can experience the bull I do
And feel the way I do about this crap
Day in day out on and on like a joy ride
But there’s no fun here just stress and crap
The job is classified but that means nothing
My job still exists even if it’s deniable
I’d love to go into details and explain
What we must do every ing day
But then I’d have to kill you or you me
For you’d be doing my job the new slave
In the same way I got this job long ago
I asked a person about their job
And they told me in full confidence
Their death put the stripes on me
And I’ve followed their hidden work
For the last four or five decades
Soon I’ll pick a new replacement
Maybe it will be you…
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Categories:
hitman, adventure, jobs, violence,
Form: Blank verse
The Hitman
His blood runs cold as he walks through the fire. But he knows it’s not a game, he’s just a gun for hire. Watching every move like a black widow spider. He knows he’ll never be the man he was before. He throws back a shot as he waits for his mark. He’s been to the edge and he knows the score, maybe this time it’ll be the end, but tomorrow there’s always just one more.
With only a picture and only a name, and cold blue steel as his tools of the game. He’ll hunt you down and it’s not for the fame,
It doesn’t come easy, but the money’s all the same.
Not wanting to know the reason why. It all comes down to money on the line. With a glint of steel from a Colt .45, all hell breaks loose in the blink of an eye. Bullets come fast as bodies hit the floor. But his aim is true as the trigger is pulled, and he adds to his list of just one more.
He never bats an eye as he walks out the door, no one knows why, but they’ve seen it before. Memories are lost, the moment is gone. No one seen anything is the way it’s got to be. To stay alive here is to never play along.
V.M. Tackett
Categories:
hitman, business, death, murder, violence,
Form: Free verse