Big mouths
Deserve an empty chamber
Of a revolver gun
With the smoking muzzles
In their throats
Hot lead bullets decomposing
In their stomachs
Blood painting a constellation
Of pretty viscera
Their faces contorted into horror
Frozen visage with
An added gaping hole to ironically
Put a stopper on
The hole that started their trouble
Big mouths, they
Deserve what comes to them and
I deserve my hand
Resting contentedly on the trigger
With a smile on my face.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
