WITH A VENGEANCE

by Nevada Kerr


He was lonely to the core
Woebegone and blue
When the first one fell he swore
His lonely life was through

He had to bump them off
They took him for a ride
He lost his one true love
And then he lost his pride

He shot them one by one
They didn't have a prayer
He wasn't having fun
But by then he didn't care

It was murder door to door
Life never seemed so dear
They scrambled to the floor
Blood and bullets everywhere

He started out with two
So why not thirty more
He had to see it through
Like the rich who kill the poor

The world will never know
Why so many had to die
Was a massacre his only goal
Is he happy on the other side


Written by © Raven Drake
April 18, 2007.

Created: April 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 30/4/07