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Pass Me The Gun
by Jersey D GibsonAnother shot taken in the gullet,
come on, pass me the bottle.
Another life has gone to waste,
come on, pass me the gun.
An ounce and a quater of hell,
one's made of whiskey, the other of lead.
Tune in to your own head's radio station,
can't you feel the bad vibes playing?
06/01/2003 Posted on 06/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 06/03/03 at 03:36 PM Gonna call you Kid Jersey! or maybe Limp Gibson..oh, kidding!!!
This was so direct..loved it. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/11/03 at 09:11 PM Hmmmm, the first three quarters sounded like a good Johnny Cash song. Interesting ending. |
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