As Sam fires the signal with his Very gun
A whip snakes in and does stun
And though Doubleups’ aim was true
He certainly is no Lash Larue
Fritz-Ann, in a show of ire
On Doubleup, opens fire
As the pistol bucks in her fist
The air is filled with a bright red mist
Through the smoke and filthy air
The swat team charges up the stair
Now that the heavy weapons have arrived
None will be leaving here alive
Compared to Panda’s place it must be said
A charnel house contains less dead
Once again we wait with breath abated
For our blood lust to be sated
Who will die and who will live?
Man, I think I need a sedagive.
Thank you, margueritem and Mike Curtis.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017
As Sam fires the signal with his Very gun
A whip snakes in and does stun
And though Doubleups’ aim was true
He certainly is no Lash Larue
Fritz-Ann, in a show of ire
On Doubleup, opens fire
As the pistol bucks in her fist
The air is filled with a bright red mist
Through the smoke and filthy air
The swat team charges up the stair
Now that the heavy weapons have arrived
None will be leaving here alive
Compared to Panda’s place it must be said
A charnel house contains less dead
Once again we wait with breath abated
For our blood lust to be sated
Who will die and who will live?
Man, I think I need a sedagive.
Thank you, margueritem and Mike Curtis.