six shooter
Leave a commentApril 4 by The Running Son
six shooter
i sling my metaphysical metal
around like six shooters,
like i’ll meet you at sundown.
like no room left in this town
except for ole jim, his alchemical
bling and spirit-crew of wingnuts
and losers: left hand path
soul abusers using six shots
when two would do, smothering
victims in a thick plethora of words
from internetworked computers.
by Jim Aldrich (:
©2013 JimAldrich
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