Revenge. Poem by Kyle Bickham

It takes one Mum,
That has one Son,
Who gets picked on everyday in the slum,
To figure out that he wants a gun,
He says it's for self-defence,
But in reality he just wants to kill everyone.

So he goes out later on that night,
Plainly looking for a fight,
Which he thought he got,
When he released those six shots,

Two for each bully,
One int the chest,
One in the head,

He then runs home,
Straight to bed,

In the morning police knock down his door,
Arrest him,
And process him,
Then sentence him,

Death by the electric chair.

Was it worth it?