Little girls in flowered panties,
stood in line with red rosed cheeks.
In front of her by design,
was a homeless man of some kind.
Long was the line,
with gun did roll,
"join my club and trigger pull".
If you don't do as I say,
you will be the one to play.
A long and even tempo not
off to death you must trot.
The threat became an interesting game,
the bullshit ran and boys did gain.
Pulling all the triggers back,
repeat the threat.
Again I'd bet,
another fell,
not a card that's for fact.
For when the gamble became direct,
the shuffle was a fucking wreck.
Karen A. Placek
4/24/2011
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