If you take a gun and you shoot it,
But no one's around to hear...
If a bullet leaves the barrel,
Mutilating the head of a deer...
A being dies in your hands
from a dumb toy you held at its head.
That still makes you a murderer
with a finger and a small ball of lead.
So shoot out the windows and shoot off the locks;
Terrorize those within.
They're the three bears, and you're Goldilocks:
The porridge, their lives for your win.
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PoetryI have evolved my poetry style over the past several years, and here is the product. I shall continue to add to it as I write more and collect more feedback. Please feel free to message me privately with any specific comments, suggestions, or anythi...
