A Stain On The Reading Jacket .

   
   
   
There is a bullet    
in the  
chamber    
The lazer sights    
have a carefully placed    
red  dot    
focussed on my temple    
(it burns like a farmyard branding)    
   
I'm man enough    
to take the bullet    
coward enough    
to leave the spawn    
father-less    
Wise enough to know    
this bullet    
won't shoot straight    
   
It will maze    
meander    
through an eccentric    
labyrinth    
turn wrong    
towards    
a two year old    
heart    
killing an    
emotional mind    
that is only    
four    
   
Now    
   
I don't believe    
this woman    
is the    
trigger-finger-figure    
I suspect    
she's the one    
who shouts    
   
"PULL"!    
   
So I sing    
this pre-amble    
A preparation    
in a poem    
   
To blow a kiss    
Stare at her    
tits    
before    
I wish her well    
and whisper    
"goodbye"    
to her    
panties