Hitman Poem by Dorsey Baker
Hitman
You come for me
You come for me now
Evil in your heart
Wearing your disguise
You have come
To be that broom
That sweeps me under the rug
That tracking dog
That tracks me down!
Hot on my heels
You come with that knife
In your hand
Come to stab me in my back!
In plain sight
Easy target
Bulls eye
Hit it hard!
Really fast you run
Hitman come
Shoot his shot
A dead man if he miss!
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