The Principle Of Shooting Poem by Kevin J. Muricio

With one eye closed
Give her a wink
She's reading The I Ching
Wait, don't be impious
There, she's runnin' in the corridor
Too bad, you lost!
Keep off the infatuation

No revolution withou' a revolver
Aim at her chest
Yes, at her heart's place
Within a flick
Shoot the flak
Ha! She's got goose bumps
Like you used a hypodermic needle

Upright and side
With the heat in her
Hold your breath
Her shadow slowly fades
But flame in her heart
Don't give Anne a chance
She'll come back to life

Use your left hand
For it's best for marksmen
Give a tickle to the pistol
You hear her last cry
She can't come again
After that's the lie-down
And champagne for the killing