Your Turn (Hello Amanda Pt.2) Poem by Ray Mesa

With the turn of a dial a bullet howls through
the skull that once held so many dirty thoughts
In a split secound, you are ruined
Your're stuck in a trap and caught
Let's run down the list of people you have screwed
One mother, a father to boot
A teen, a child, look at this paper pile!
you are a sick man, mr jheen
Time for you to taste your own spleen

A newspaper with your name as a headline
This time Luke, You pay for your crimes
A cut across your scalp, Let's see how long you last
when your hanging upside down and breathing in gas

Be your death, Serve someone joy
For life is no longer your oyster, No longer your toy
The correct term is called An Eye For An Eye
But I enjoy calling it 'Getting Your's For The First Time'