Janifer Bliss is far from ‘bliss’
Her potty call is what she’d surely did not miss.
She did her number, either one or two, in the stall,
That’s not all,
Debra Monce, next to the adjacent stall had carried a firearm,
Debra had a concealed weapons permit as to ward any future harm.
She dropped the gun as it fell out her holster,
- it discharged and put a bullet into Ms. Bliss,
Into the left lower leg, Bliss would find it hard in the future to reminisce.
What a way to spend your vacation.
To be in a hotel where you are not safe to go the bathroom,
-so much for this narration.
7-11-09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem