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    dots Submission Name: Six Shooterdots
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    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 629/553/330
    Words: 363
    Class/Type: Poetry/Happy
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    dotsSix Shooterdots
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    So dark and dreary storm coming again,
    just cannot sleep tried a round of shooting sheep.
    Ran out of bullets and killed Miss Bo peep.
    Now I have to go to Wal-Mart, can't win
    can't sleep and I am tired of shooting sheep.

    Oh so ominous and dreary a storm is coming.

    Walking back from Wal-Mart got my bullets,
    got my gun, ready for the good times to come.
    A clattering scattering of cans in the alley
    was that a hiss? Ooh, what is in the alley?

    Chitinous skitter sharp claws on concrete
    blackness that glitters and shivers replete,
    with the dripping of ichors from meat.
    Mandibles glisten in vague half-light.
    The crack and crackling of bones
    something is feeding in the alley tonight.

    Is it another lost tourist far from home?
    Well it is dangerous to wander Houston alone.
    Yes something is feeding in the alley tonight
    by the sound of the crunch and rapidity of munch;
    a three hundred pounder would be my hunch.

    Well look it is done with lunch.
    It is done, yet I am itching and twitching so
    bewitching
    just like my finger, quivering, on the trigger...of my gun.
    No need to creep it knows I am here, oh dear!
    I think I have it puzzled it smells no fear.

    Then with a clatter and a shriek meant to shatter
    my will... it comes.
    A chitin mass an armored maul,
    it leaps off dumpster careens past wall, no!
    This ones at least five hundred pounds, so!

    Thankful I am for those new Teflon rounds
    that my buddy from Wal-Mart found.
    The bark of my revolver continuous taps.
    Pieces of chitin sale around like bats.

    And there in the corner a reeking twittering pile,
    oozing a gelatinous slime mixed with bitter bile.
    The cooling corpse of a five hundred pound

    Cockroach!

    Now there is only the sound
    of my knife claiming the trophy sized prize.
    This head will put the gleam of envy in all my friend's eyes.
    And you wonder why we carry guns in Texas.




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      LOL, I was feeling like this in Chicago at dusk, after I got lost as hell trying to find the hotel I was squatting in after walking back from Target. After flagging down the local cops for a ride and being told, This ain't a taxi service... where did you get that accent honey? You'd better be walking a better street than this... Go 10 blocks out of your way so we don't have to scrape you up later.... Found a local apt. complex (back end, dumpster city & parking lots), got back to the room, then later standing out by the rear door of the cheap [censored]-tel in Des Plaines, smoking synthetic weed from a cola-can crackpipe, I realized from the fearful looks of the Japanese tourists hurrying away from their rental cars, I am probably the most dangerous person on the streets of this city tonight...

    I don't even need a gun to shoot them down.

    | Posted on 2010-12-16 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]


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