Shots in the Dark (Poem)

Shots in the dark

It’s no wonder why you can’t make the mark
It’s no wonder you done lost from the start
It’s no wonder I don’t feel for your loss

Shots in the dark

Like those holes in your heart
Oozing death into the ark
Hope sinking in the fog

Debased are your ways
Like a bigot with a boat full of slaves
Sittin high up on your horse full of plagues
No end to the depth of your grave

Waste all your days
Flippin debts you can’t repay
Maxing out your own paper chase

Shots throwing deuce to your face