Werewolves everywereA Poem by Some JohnPremedicated murder![]() Under a werewolf sky It is Friday the thirteenth On this hot summer in July
Off in the distance at the wooded edge of town I could hear the evil stirring Something's about to go down
These wicked creatures That hell had spat out Mingling amongst us Free to roam about
See they look normal To all their human friends However my gun has a scope Fitted with a very special lens
I see their sharp pointy teeth As I close the bolt tight I click off the safety The silver bullet takes flight
Direct hit
right threw his chest Hurry reload I must kill the rest
Bang, bang Another two fall Screams turn silent I must have got them all
I wonder how much they pay For a bunch of werewolf heads Maybe I can now afford To replenish my meds
© 2014 Some JohnAuthor's Note
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