gimme a shotgun…

gimme a shotgun

make it
a 410 that
fires deer
slugs make
it a 12 gauge
winchester
pump that
fires double
ought buck
the pattern
going into
the victim’s
chest the
size of a
big man’s
hand the
exit wound
the size of
a large
dinner plate
gimme a
shotgun like
the one
the hitman
used in
bullit gimme
a shotgun
like the
one doc
holliday
had at the
o k corral
gimme a
shotgun
like the
one that
cut one
of bugsy
moran’s
boys to
shreds
gimme a
shotgun
dreaming

of blood

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