Assassin Poem by Lamar Cole

Assassin



He was a woman chaser and he started to want a woman old-fashioned.
But he fell in love with a paid assassin.
He married her but he couldn't give up his skirt chasing ways.
He didn't realize the end was coming to his days.
She slit his throat in the middle of a hump.
That was the last touch that he had of her big fine rump.

Sunday, December 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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