Bounce

A Poem by Perry

I wish he’d bounce. Take his a*s far away, Past the moon would Be a good distance. He’s a convicted felon who Grew on me like a weed. I let him snap my bra strap And shoot my guns, Even though the fea

I wish he’d bounce.

Take his a*s far away,
Past the moon would
Be a good distance.
He’s a convicted felon who
Grew on me like a weed.
I let him snap my bra strap
And shoot my guns,
Even though the fear in
His eyes annoyed me.
I suppose I’m cruel.
Handing him:
A 12-gauge Mossberg
A .50 caliber Desert Eagle
A S&W .44 Magnum
A German Luger
He was bashful, scared
Of getting caught with
A weapon in his hands,
Knowing They’d lock him
aaa deep hole, with a shitter,
With guards listening to him
Grunt and mumble about poontang.
Like I said, I wish he’d bounce.