Pull the trigger

You think you're bad as you wave that gun around.

It will thrill you to put me under the ground.

You think that you're a big man and that my death will make you bigger.

I'm not going to beg for my life so you might as well pull the trigger.

I will not beg a piece of scum like you.

Pull the trigger if that's what you want to do.

Killing me might bring your warped mind lots of joy.

But when you pull that trigger, your life will be destroyed.

They'll send you to the gas chamber or to the electric chair.

I'm standing up to you and amazingly I'm not even scared.

You just dropped your gun; it's a decision that you won't regret.

If you get some professional help, there might be hope for you yet.

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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

what a sweet poem..very interesting . lobed that and hope you like my peace work too