by Jay Davenport
You, reader out there, cant you see?
There is a man following me,
And now as I walk down the street
I dont hear footfalls of his feet.
Yet I know he is there.
He has a gun under his coat.
Thats all there is, thats all she wrote.
I wonder how it feels.
Hell send me on a little ride
I know he will not be denied
I think hed do it just for fun
Some people would, he could be one
Men in my place could scream or shout
But Im just glad my wills made out.
I heard a wine cork pop.
Im lying down, yes, you CAN see.
Id say that he took care of me.
These words I speak with my last breath:
I cherished this life and this death.
Posted on 10/22/2006
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