Frustrated Times

TWO fat hands,
two left feet,
your a looser with a gun.
YOU take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
ITS cold and dark
in your cave,
still you find your way
around,
you take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
THIS story ends with a
rabbit in a hat, and a
creaking of his cage,
his eyes are sharks,
his hands are sharp,
and his shadow kills the heat.

poem by David Gerardino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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