His words were an affront
To a man from the south.
It would be kind to smile,
At this worthless louth.
Instead I shot him dead,
Without a word said.
I walked by his body,
And spat on his head.
There was silence in the room,
Where his body lie, oozing red.
Not a word was spoken again,
By he who lies there dead.
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Jane
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Dan