Handed a Gun and little else
"Under my thumb" Twiddling the opposable hammers on my finger guns.
Two high noon goons sweating it out under a relentless nearly unbearable sun.
I bet you thought this would be more fun.
"Click" The clock tics. Talking.
Assuring me this will be over in a blink.
Once big nickel comes knocking. "Bang bang"
The hot leads out stalking.
For the bad man hulking.
Really a sad man sulking.
Red in the cheeks. He’s been embarrassed for weeks since a public display of affection.
Wasn’t returned but rather a very nonchalant rejection was all his extravagant gimmicky costly "would you go out with me and be my girl" earned him.
Not even a slap in the face. He would have loved to suffer that distaste. Compared to the silent treatment it’s like a second date. He got scratched before even stepping up to the plate.
No explanation wasted is oh so more disgraceful. Hence this outburst from a poor sport looking to take his aggression out on anyone due to his love/hate.
Has found us two here. Tickling the ivory steady ready to splash this town in more red paint.
"Ms. Kim He he peed his pants."
"Your dead I win let’s go color in our coloring books again."
Every fool needs to get schooled up on the hard knock life of pre school politics. This ain’t the half of it.