Frankie Stamey

Rookie (10/20/65 / Sandersville Ga.)

My Last Write - Poem by Frankie Stamey

YO FRANKIE'S IN THE HOUSE
WITH ONE WRITE

HERE I GO ON A RAMPAGE
A KILLING SPREE
I WILL KILL EVERY ONE
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO
OR WHAT OR HOW MUCH
MONEY THEY HAVE
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW
MUCH THEY HAVE TO LIVE FOR
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE

MY LIFE HAS BEEN RIPPED APART
MY WIFE MADE A NEW START NOW
EVERY ONE WILL PAY FOR WHAT SHE
HAS DONE TO ME READY OR NOT
I WILL TAKE OUT AS MANY AS I CAN

I'M NOT JUST A LYRICAL ASSASSIN
I AM FOR REAL I HAVE NOTHING
TO LIVE FOR SO I HIT THE STREET
SHOOTING AND KILLING TO THE BEAT
THERE ON THE CORNER, SITTING
ON THE BENCH OH HOW EASY THIS IS
TO WRITE LIKE THIS

THREE OLD LADY'S WAITING ON THE BUS
TOO LATE THEIR BUS AIN'T COMING TODAY
I JUST PULLED A DRIVE BY
THREE DOWN AND MORE ON THE WAY! !
FOR HER MISTAKES THEY HAD TO PAY
WHY THREE OLD LADIES 'CAUSE
I KNOW THEIR NAMES
PAIN, AGONY AND SORROW
THEY WON'T BE HERE TOMORROW

NOW FIFTY MILES AWAY THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM
LOOK OVER THERE AT THE CONVENIENT STORE
JUST PUMPING GAS, HERE I GO AGAIN
IT'S A PRETTY YOUNG LADY
LONG BROWN HAIR FLOWING FREELY IN THE WIND,
BARELY 5FT.TALL, SMILING FROM EAR TO EAR
I PULLED THE TRIGGER AND WATCHED HER FALL
ADDING ONE MORE TO THE DEATH TOLL
WHY HER? YOU ASK. 'CAUSE I KNOW HER NAME!
MEMORY OF THE PAST
NOW IT WON'T LAST

THERE'S ONLY ONE MORE THAT HAS TO PAY
I KNOW HIS NAME ALL TOO WELL
HE'S THE ONE LIVING IN HELL
BUT IT'S COMING TO AN END
BUT TO EXPLAIN WHY
I HAVE TO WRITE LIKE THIS

THE LAST ONE IS A BROKEN HEART
IT'S INSIDE OF ME
THAT'S WHY THIS IS MY LAST WRITE
WHEN I KILL HIM OFF THERE WILL BE
NO MORE OF ME TO WRITE

I TAKE OUT THE GUN
PUT IT TO MY CHEST
PLAYING RUSSIAN ROULETTE
NOW I LAY HERE
ALL BLOODY AND WET
WITH A BIG HOLE IN MY CHEST
NOTHING MORE TO WRITE
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE

NOW WHEN YOU SEE
MY NAME IN THE PAPER
YOU WILL KNOW THIS
WAS INDEED MY LAST
WRITE


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010



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