Waiting

Hiding in shadows just passing the time
Watching the crowd for the target assigned
Weapons concealed so I don’t arouse suspicion
Now i'm just waiting for the perfect conditions

My employer was as cautious and cunning as a bat
He never saw me in person he sent his people for that
So his identity remains hidden from this fatal affair
But as long as i'm paid I don’t really care

I’ve got experience that is for sure
The heartache from killing would be tough for anyone but me to endure
That is why I was hired, they want no trail
This kill must be perfect without fail

I ready my gun this shot will fly true
Hit him in the gut and make him turn blue
This bullet is coated in slow acting venom
I’ll make my escape, while guards futilely try and save him

But something’s not right it is all wrong
The target is missing!! He is gone!!
Did they know I was coming? Could this really be happening?
I must make my escape, while security is gathering.

I was so careful. It was foolproof I'm sure
The toxin on the bullet has no cure
Someone found out. And then they squeaked
I’ve got to kill myself or they will torture me until the end of next week

So with nervous hands that deadly assassin swallowed a pill
Then there was a shake and a shudder and then all was still
But if he had waited like he was trained to do
He will find that George Bush just went to a drive thru

I hope you learned something by reading this poem
Unless you skipped to the ending like my brother would at home
Don’t always act rashly, wait for a while
Because if you are patient you will be rewarded for your guile