The Assassin
You handed me a spark
A sparrow’s song in the park
Someone turn those lamps down lower please
With your hands on your knees
You looked me straight in the eye and said “you’re going out where the sun is much brighter”
I’m an ex-gunfighter
Pillow between my ears
Nothing in my head but beer
Eyes blood-shot from an all-nighter
I killed my share of fools
Willing to test their tools
A bottle of whiskey to the newspaper writer
I’m an ex-gunfighter
You said “Stay here ‘til your rooster crows”
But you were more than just a B-girl to me
I knew you thought I was a lead-headed fool
Just a tool to make your rent
But I was in it one-hundred percent for you
Filched your heart like Anglers do
Escaped down chimney flues
I thought my red hand was much slighter
A mouth chock full of chaw
Ears pound, too slow to draw
Someone needs to screw my head on tighter
You shot an ex-gunfighter
©2016 Paul-John Moeller