A is for A-Holes, B is for Bullet holes

Big mouths

Deserve an empty chamber

Of a revolver gun

With the smoking muzzles

In their throats

Hot lead bullets decomposing

In their stomachs

Blood painting a constellation

Of pretty viscera

Their faces contorted into horror

Frozen visage with

An added gaping hole to ironically

Put a stopper on

The hole that started their trouble

Big mouths, they

Deserve what comes to them and

I deserve my hand

Resting contentedly on the trigger

With a smile on my face.

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