Sonnet - Barrel

Yes, this is a gun pointed at you.
Walk over to the plastic on the floor.
I'm sure you've many questions -- I would too,
But I don't have the patience. Shut the door.

And honestly, I've not the gift of gab,
Nor any urge to share what I'm about;
I'm here because you haven't paid your tab.
Now slowly, put the barrel in your mouth.

Take your clothes off -- patient, not too fast.
Stop crying. Smile, and do a dance for me.
That's it, baby -- make that moment last.
"Show me what a bad girl you can be."

It's you who said that to me, wasn't it?
How's vengeance feel, you rapist piece of shit?

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