Squelching the Truth
“I’m the freedom of this wretched tomb,”
Said the fierce gunslinger that slaughtered authorities
“I’m the Beatniks, the Milton, the Shelley, the nutcracker little monkey”
The boy smiled at the gunslinger’s remarks
And told him, “I’m the future FBI, that’s why I’m here”
The boy’s crazy-Stephen-King-creepy smile continued
“I’m here to spoil your fun,” said the foul boy
The gunslinger stared
“I’m malice, and you have a truth that I must bring to demise”
Continued the cranky boy
They both drew their guns
The boy shoots the man square in the face
Note: Wrote this in early 2000s. I really do not remember what made me write this poem! Just enjoy it at least!
