To Kill A Mocking Bird Pull My Trigger Poem by Frank Anthony


To Kill A Mocking Bird
Pull My Trigger
The six hours of sleep
He usually has is over
or the pacemaker creep
up in the night clover
In days He walks a lot
My unsuspecting summer
never expects the plot
of their two GI Hummer
every week on a street
West Bagdad with Armor
The best music we meet
chatters AK 47 charmer
my Nirvana is compleat

(c) 2005 Frank Anthony

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