Click, click I got fast at loading my gun.
I'm the best pew, pew shooter, number one.
Drip, drip the blood I make it come,
the sounds pow, pow, of my drum.
More rhythmed then the ones that died,
I quick draw the gun by my side.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2025 04:32
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Comments1
A poem that can be taken more than one way. in its clearest form it seems that saying of a child but could be the metaphoric sexual position of a teen, or the defensive statement of an adult against verbal attack. Well done
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