Get your gun,
together the beat goes on.
Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight.
No intervention on information,
the station,
the floor,
the law
crime prevention,
the population,
your name and number.
Get your gun,
together the beat goes on
a criminal situation.
Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight
criminal.
You need your own protection,
too scared
to mention
the floor,
the law,
all emotion,
this commotion,
like a soldier.
Get your gun,
together the beat goes on
a criminal situation.
Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight
criminal.
No intervention,
cover the station,
the floor,
the law
crime prevention,
the population,
your name and number.
together we have some fun tonight;
get your gun.
together the beat goes on;
get your gun.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 413
Pistol
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