miercuri, 20 septembrie 2017

Target range

If you could put a target sheet over my body
You could see how the bullets never missed the line.
Ten points if it goes through her stomach
Fifty points if it goes through her head
One hundred if it goes through her heart
Punch her, stab her, cut her through
Until the paper curls at the holes
Until the paper can no longer stay in place
And falls on the ground
And you jump over her
You and your friends
Until it's no longer a paper
But a piece of shred.
You just got maximum of points,
Congratulations, there is no doubt: 
Your target is dead.

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