Numbered Death

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One, two, three Look at me Four, five six I have sticks Seven, eight, nine I committed a crime Ten, eleven, twelve The gun is on the shelf Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen The crime went unseen Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen I was sharp and real keen Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one I shot that guy with the gun Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four I shot him and ran out the door Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven I saw him go to heaven Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty You know that guy was dirty Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three I wound up taking a leak Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six I beat him with the sticks Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine I heard him beg, plead and whine Forty, forty-one, forty-two I said to him, boohoo Forty-three, forty-four forty-five Damn he’s still alive Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight I messed up up, that’s great Forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one I shot him again with the gun Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four I stepped on his face some more Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven He didn’t go to heaven Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty He’s the man that killed my daddy Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three I had revenge in me Sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six He had to pay for this Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine This horrible man had to die Copyright © 2015 Steven Cetta All Rights Reserved Check for all my Poems here: #inertia4poetry Image Credit: CoolText.com Tags: inertia4, Numbered, Death, inertia4poetry