I ready myself my arming myself deadly,
then slip on combat boots,
then I put on some army pants,
before I'm ready for battle.
I crank up my car
and drive about a mile
to where I knew
that they lived.
Going down the highway,
with cool wind in my hair,
I realize it's not fair,
for it would be at least
four men against me,
but that won't make a difference.
I drive my car into the parking lot,
frown at a building bearing the mark 'We Got You Good',
drink a big sip of a tasteful coke,
wipe my mouth and then I ready myself for some killing,
and in doing this fight, I might die.
Crooked, shameful, usueless
that's what these men are.
Murdering innocent families,
and the question 'what for?'
pops into mind and you realize
that these men are nothing but scum
and they are probably dumb.
I run to the exit of the building,
and sneak to the back door.
As soon as I did these killings,
I would have avenged the poor,
the poor innocent victims,
including my once loving family,
and avenging all the others,
for which had been blasted
through concrete doors.
I step up behind them,
while they're all laughing,
but I step on a rock,
and they cock their heads,
for I had disturbed them.
They stare at me and
they continue to laugh.
The room smelled of stink.
They all need a bath.
And they will get one.
A blood bath.
Author notes
Part 2 of the Me Girl story...I think this one is more intellectual and it's definitely longer...I hope you enjoy it.
