I sat there smoking cigarettes <br /> <br />My memory active with varied vignettes <br />Of sordid acts and lurid crimes <br />And how I miss those treasured times <br />Where right was right, and wrong was wrong <br />And evil men did not belong <br /> <br />I felt alive to hunt them down <br />Turn a wicked smile to frown <br />To bear my wrath on their wicked head <br />With any luck, they'd soon be dead. <br /> <br />A forty-five, a length of rope <br />A bathroom towel, a bar of soap. <br />A length of chain, a baseball bat <br />Some cooking oil, a red-hot vat. <br />Gasoline and a cattle prod <br />A meth junkie... name of Claude <br />A male gorilla, hopped up on viagra <br />An explosive cask, sent o'er Niagra <br />Sugar water and a thousand bees <br />An unprepared skydive into trees <br />Battery acid, and crack cocaine <br />Chopped into two by a passing train <br />A deserted isle he can't survive <br />An airtight casket, buried alive <br />Methylene blue and cyanide <br />Or transvestite hooker - to hurt their pride. <br />Or nickelback played in continuous loop <br />Or buried alive in a pile of poop. <br />Some hungry hicks at a town fish fry. <br />No matter the method - t'was time to die.<br /><br />Gordon Somebody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-justice-9/
