It feels as though it’s been fuckin raining

For days, in my mind yet it’s merely covered

Us with this blanket of misery for

An hour & a half

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How I love the sun, it enables

The mind to pummel out our

Daily grind much more easily

To wonder, at how neat it is

That sheen on the barrel of

A gun reflects its glory

Even as it explodes its destruction

Into the back of a marks head

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Even the matted hair & blood

Capture its vivacious appetite

For recognition, like me, it doesn’t

Wish to consider, how miserable life

Can be, radiant or not

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I get paid, the job gets done

Business as usual rain or shine

Yet somehow as I‘m beat down upon

By this downpour, I think more about

This fuckin job & the poor slob

Who’s about to get his

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What might that rat fuck be doin

While I am getting pissed upon

Sometimes I pop em twice for pissin

Me off for havin to do the job in the rain

Other times I think of his family, his whore

& kids, I find it difficult then

Still it has to be done

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One time I let a guy off

That fuck only went & grabbed a rifle

Anyway, the impact smashed my

Goddam shoulder, never been right since

I popped him twice for that & his

Whole fucking family too

Sympathy’s for saps

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Still I feel bad even remembrin that

She didn’t deserve it, neither did

The kid, but the message needed

Telling

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Nobody fucks my wife & gets to

Tell of it

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Two years ago now, but the smell of their

Blood still clogs my senses

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I gotta do the job

Been paid for already

Shoulder still hurts like a sonofabitch

There they are, getting out of their nice

new shiny red Buik

Bought with the bosses money

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He don’t like being taken to the cleaners

So he said,

Yet I can’t quite make em out

I was told they’d be out

Seein Jimmy Cagney

Whole family’s a fan

“White fuckin Heat”

I’d show em that

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My gun blazes clear & sharp

Like a nightingale to my ears

At least I know that well enough

They lay still unmoving on the sidewalk

Just the familiar nerves making their

Limbs twitch involuntarily

It’s done & the rain’s still dragging

My hair into my face

-

I run around the backstreets as sirens roar

Evading the heat hasn’t been a problem for years

I come in closer for a better view

Just to make sure of my kill

It makes no sense their faces all

Too familiar to me

-

But they died years ago

Not some other bums

But, My wife & kids

I try to piece it together

& in my confusion

I don’t notice anyone behind

Me or hear the click or even

Blast of gunfire

Pain smashes into me

I fall, as my breathing

Labours, I can still see them their

In the rain

That merely covers us

With a blanket of fuckin misery

Again