Shot Down Poem by Nat Z. Punx

she did my spanish homework freshman year
in high school
so i didnt mind her sitting next to me
during my quiet time

sitting in the goldmine
and she says
it occurs to me that
maybe you aren't warming up to me
because i haven't been honest with you

i'm not warming up to you simply because
i'm not warming up to you

well maybe you sense something
suspicious

my you have a high opinion of yourself
thinking you have invented
a new form of deception
i am equally suspicous of everyone

the thing is
i can never posess a firearm

oh i see
you are a felon

no not a felon
it was part of the deal to keep me from being a felon
i shot at my ex old man

i was thinking
well damn, an ugly dull controlling
jealous troll
who may or may not
be sharpening her aim
and she's taken a shine to me

these situations gravitate towards me
like junk cars in the back yard