Wronged - Poem by Snake Blocker
He called his stepson a nigger.
I was pissed off.
Who the hell calls their family that?
I envisioned my ways of killing him.
The world wouldn't miss him.
He lived off of deception and lawsuits.
He was the white trash poster child.
He ended his own life with a shotgun to his head.
San Pedro is a much better town now.
He did the world a favor,
And I saved the cost of one bullet.
What goes around does come around after all.
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