Killing Men Poem by Michael Romero
Killing Men
I accidentally killed a man
when I shot him in the face.
I didn’t know it would hurt him
but it sure put him in his place.
He stared at me and gushed and cried
, his dead, little face looked bloody and fried.
His eyeless, bloody sockets stared at me and said,
“Oh my Gawd Mister! You killed me! I’m dead! ”
I didn’t know it would kill him,
but it did.
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