These are a few verses from a short poem I wrote about 9 years ago called "Kitten With A Gun".
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WHEN I WAS BORN YOU DIDN'T HAVE A PRAYER WHEN I OPENED MY EYES I HAD AN ICE COLD STARE; I HAVE AGILITY, REFLEXES, AND FELINE SIGHT YOU KNOW I'LL BE COMING FOR YOU DURING THE NIGHT; SO TO ALL YOU DOGS, MICE, AND RATS IN THIS RACE THERE'S SOMETHING I WANT TO SAY RIGHT TO YOUR FACE; I HAVE NINE LIVES AND YOU ONLY HAVE ONE BEWARE YOU MOTHERS...I'M A "KITTEN WITH A GUN"
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You'll feel the full force of my vengeance and wrath
My face is a blank stare, you'll see no hate
Just know that you can't run from this three oh eight
You'll soon be dead, it's the close for you, kiddo
But I'm not such a bad guy, I'll send a rose to your widow
Don't take it personal, you're just a mission to me
I'm sure your wife will move on, there are other fish in the sea
The victor is me, all you'll know is defeat
Which is why I will leave you dead and cold in the street
You can whine all you want, and bark at the moon
But all you'll be seeing Is darkness and soon
You're taking a bow as they're dropping the curtain
It's the path that I chose; there's no stopping for certain
As your blood leaves your body, and your taking your last breath
There's no one to hear you if you pray for a fast death
And once this night's over I'm turning the page
And on to my next mission, burning with rage
Better warn all your buddies, a word to the wise
To keep watching their backs for the fur when it flies
When they're scanning the rooftops or observing the skies
They won't see me coming, or discern my disguise
All I can say is this: they're in for a surprise
As another hot slug strikes a cur in the eyes
A eulogy's decent and a sermon is nice
But the best sound of all is from a vermin that dies
Meow =^_^=
Here. I eventually settled on Stairway to Heaven, because Led Zeppelin.
I asked my parents to by me a cheap computer, so they did. I shouldn't have deleted my account though...