The Class Assassin
he sits alone in the back of the room
just watching everyone from morning to noon
his hood always up, he has long coats
everyone trys to be on his good votes
one day in the hot fresh spring
he arrived at school with a brand new theme
reflective glasses, brand new suit, leather boots
expensive leather gloves, feldora, and shoots
first one down, the class isnt surprised
they long expected this new demise
many do beg, some start to cry
he loads his revolver to fire in their eye
carefully in his new attire, he starts to preach
"more bullets for you, and some for the teach'.
I wish you would understand, my gun is my friend
together we kill, until the very end."
he walks out of the class, all are dead
time to begin with the school head
moving up to the office gun in sight
firing at any fucker who comes by
the school's in a panic, hes at the office now
ordering them all to bow
fires off copper candy into their head and walks out the door
and vanishes from sight forever more....
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