Sunday 30 August 2009

Satirical Poetry that Spits in the Latte of the Old Guard #3

FPS

Shoot a man in the head
Shoot him. Right in the head
he’s running, he’s running,
he’s ducked! He has definitely ducked.
Pull the pin, toss it in. Take cover!
Man down, man down.
There’s a man! Shoot him in the head.

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