Ima Ryma


Am Gun, Will Kill - Poem by Ima Ryma

I am made in the U.S.A.
Mainly composed of stainless steel,
Stick bullets in me the right way,
Shoot me and get that oh good feel.
I got my first home through online,
Daddy wanting to please his son.
A robber stole me, I was fine.
No attachments for this here gun.
The robber took me to a store.
Boy, the bullets came out of me,
Caused lots of fatal blood and gore.
Tossed in a garbage truck, I be.

So now I'm stuck in a landfill,
Waiting, waiting for that next kill.


Comments about Am Gun, Will Kill by Ima Ryma

  • Gold Star - 45,954 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/6/2013 3:51:00 AM)

    waiting waiting for the next kill. Call to humanity. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 6, 2013



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