Quiet man

By valiswaverider

Wed, 02 Jun 2010
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Beware of quiet men
In quiet towns
They like to carry guns around
And when they go right off their head
They’ll bloody shoot you in the head

And when the neighbours on the news
They’ll say “he was a quiet man with polished shoes”

Stop quiet men use common sense with
better gun control, make it harder to obtain a licence

Cause quiet men cannot do much harm
When they’ve not got a firearm

Certificate PG
Poem
Opinion

Comments

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
a very relevant piece of writing

 

Submitted by Nolan on
“Cause quiet men cannot do much harm When they’ve not got a firearm” Desperado, I'm a picture of ugly stories I'm a killer and I'm a clown Step into the street my son And step into your last goodbye I wear lace and I wear black leather My hands are lightning on my gun My shots are deadly And when it's done * You're as stiff as my smoking barrel You're as dead as a desert night You're a notch and I'm a legend You're at peace and I must hide * Tell me where the hell I'm going Let my bones fall in the dust Can you hear the ghost that's calling As my Colt begins to rust In the dust *A girl named Alice*