The Good Shot Man Part Ii Poem by Tushar Nanda

I know you hate me..
You really do..
But I guess its not worth it
To break my sweat over it..

You want to pick that bat
And smash my head
But you have got to pick it first..

The other day the man in black
Was carrying a nice looking stick
I was waiting for him to fire a nice lill shot
Between your eyes..

He was young
He was daring
But never got to hear
He was a good shot man..

So looks like it
I have to pick his dirt
And finish the job
Not with sticks and stones
But with this mean piece..

You beg and play
At my mercy
Writhing in pain as I shoot you down

Someone had to do it..
The good shot man is gone
So is the one who did it..