44 magnum

A man is pointing his 44 at my head.

If he pulls the trigger, I'm dead.

He appears to be a deranged lunatic.

He needs a psychiatrist because he's sick.



I'm really scared and my eyes are beginning to well.

I'm about to be killed by a man who should be in jail.

It's pitiful when I think of all of the people who are turning to crime.

I'd give a million dollars if I could hold my wife just one more time.

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This is a fictional poem

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