Excaliber
38 calibur
Sleek Black
The color of the gun
Grizzled Silver
And a thin stripe of Gold
Running down the silencer
Semiautomatic, a button to make it so
Scope in case I need to
Take someone out from afar
And why do I have it?
Not because its fun
Not because I'm proud
I'm ashamed
My job was, shoot people because
I'm paid to
Fighter for hire
Freelance Thug
Two guys to come up and say
"I need your services
I want you to be in my crew
For a couple hours
We're doing a raid
Our numbers are low
Our men are discouraged
Our best guy is dead
What's your price?"
"You need a manual gunner?
Or do you need a guy with a semiauto?"
"Both"
"Well lucky for you
my gun can do both
$250 an hour, still intrested?"
"We need your services"
The next thing i ask
"When?
Where?
What colors smoke or gang?"
"smokey"
Then I was told the other information as well
During the time of the raid
"Leave none alive"
Fills the air
And the appartment is consumed
With booms and flashes
The room becomes red and yellow
From the bullets flying
Near misses, Instant kills
Brushes with death
Or Death touches
And a short time later
It becomes smokey
This is when I go in
Kick the door open
Duck behind the wall
When they stop firing at me
I run in
And fire at their feet
Just to piss them off
Then I press a button
My weapon is semiauto now
Shoot them in the chest
Until they're down
There's no more help for them now
As my crew takes care of the rest
I stay nearby afterwards
I get my money
And back to my life
Though I'm an ordinary guy
Rather than the damn Hulk
That caused four deaths
Without a second thought
Author notes
Sorry its not to poetic, I just wanted to write about my old weapon it costed me $5000 of doing this without a weapon. After I got it, it helped me so much with this side job I did. After doing this for 3 years I sold it to my best friend for $1000
My girlfriend asked me if I ever killed anyone, just as a random question. I answered her truethfully, I said yes, then I had to explain all this. And telling this recindled my wanting Excaliber(my gun that I customized) back
It hurts me now that I had to do this to gain respect, and money.
I resent this odd job i had so much, but i did what i needed to do. They used to call me Hulk for my lack of pain while doing this, i'd get shot and i wouldn't be phased at all. This is where I got a name that is precious and insulting to me. Precious because it reminds me of an easier time, an insult because it rekindles a time of when i had to snipe my best friend.(Fuck I'm crying!)
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have you ever heard of this as a job? would you be able to live knowing you did this?
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I said it earlier, you are amaizing. This has left me vertually speachless. I see why your life is so exciting. I wouldn't think someone with a life like that would write poetry. I'm glad you do. You're very good at it.
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