Poem: Take Your Best Shot
I waited for it to come outside.
It did, but only wanted to play, and play not according to the rules, but to the exceptions.
Little did it know, that wasn’t part of my plan. I had not come here to mess around.
I meant business. I was on the job. Kill at no expense.
It kept advancing, ever threatening, closer and closer.
I aimed my gun at its chest.
Pop. Pop. Pop. And its head. Pop. Pop. Pop.
The rest came running from all directions.
My trigger finger was ready.
I closed up my danger zones and retreated into darkness.
They were in now my territory.
A few charged as fast as their stiff legs would allow. What a tragic mistake.
They ate more bullets than flesh that night.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
I let the rest come, waiting with my night vision.
It was their turn to knock down the doors and be ready for any outcome.
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