Colin F. Jones

FUN WITH A GUN

Why did I kill him…? Well I do not know;
It seemed like fun to do at the time,
He was no friend, and, hell! He was no foe,
But I was not thinking that it was a crime.
It’s great to watch their faces wracked with fear,
Their bulging eyes the horror they display,
Their arms thrown up like they are going to cheer,
But hell, we’re not about to start a game and play!
They fall into a heap upon the ground,
Lie there twitching blood running everywhere,
After the first few grunts they never make a sound,
And I stand there loud laughing; I don’t care.
Anyway when all is said and done,
I was just having fun with a gun.