I am Learning To Kill

Today Is Uphill Day!
Once More The Maze Of Laugh …
But It’s The Only Way
I Must Be Up To Stuff

I Must More Quickly Stun!
I Must More Quickly Shoot!
I Must More Quickly Run!
And Kill And Kill To Boot!

I’m Killer At The Core
Of My Free Own Will.
I’ve Got To Kill Before
Somebody Can Me Kill!

I Always Take Along
My Pistol Number Twelve
‘Cos If Makes Me Be Strong,
‘Cos It’s My second Self.

The Pistol Is Not Toy
But, Stoll, In Very Deed.
I Suggest Every Boy,
With Skill, Must Handle It.
I Know Utility
And Check Up, By All Means,
Availability
Of Spare Magazines

Two Are In Pocket On
The Waist Band From The Front
And Two In Pocket From
Behind – My Fire Fund!

But I Am Bored With Four,
‘Cos I Do All With Zest!
So Ask For Just One More.
My Mind Is More At rest!

So! Go!

I Hashly Fling The Door
Wide Open By The Heel,
Burst Into Corridor,
Start To Act Off The Reel!

Quick Glance, My Pistol Is
Tak’n Off The Safety Catch,
In Order Not To Miss
I Must Act As A Latch!

In Doorway, In The Dark,
Somebody Waits For Me …
But I’m Up To The Mark
Too As Brisk As A Bee!

I Am Prepared To Pull
The Trigger, But Drop Hand,
Since Get To Know In Full
The Smile Of President

Turn To The Left, Deep Sigh,
I’m Takin’ Aim At Hall,
And I Catch Steady Eye
Shade Moves Away From Wall.

I dart Part At A Heat
And Hardly Keep My Legs,
I Am Drawin’ A Bead
On Woman With Some Bags,

But Something Makes Me Daze –
The Woman’s Flungt Away,
I Hear Someone Says
“Today Is Your Last Day!”

Somewhere I’d Heard This Voice
Instantly Causin’ Dead,
So I Have No Choice
But By Shot To Stop Chat

The Sudden Turn And Stress,
As Far As I Can See,
The Fellow In The Dress
Exclaims In Front Of Me.

Fine Lady Stands Behind,
Her Little Pistol Leans
Against Man’s Back, It’s Kind!
Although Presents Some Vince!

I, As In Time Gone By,
Jump Outside The Door
Don’t Shoot! – Cries Hostage, Fry
Wants Touch Me On the Raw.

I Hope She’ll Give Herself
Away By Golden Frizz,
Which Does Bad Turn Like Pelf.
Alas! It Is Useless!

I’m Shootin’ By The Book,
And Kill Her In First Place,
Then Turn Away, Can’t Look
At Her Disfigured Face!

Her Strange Friends Stirs His Stumps,
Two Bullets To His Chest!
From Ceiling Other Jumps
And Gets Much All The Best!

It’s Dangerous Dose,
I’m At A Bead of Gun!
And Run Away Because
Confusion Has Begun!

I Shake As If Froom Cool
And Out Of The Breath,
My Hands Are Cotton Wool,
I’m Tired To The Death!

The Corpses, More And More,
I’m Crazy Dance Of War …
Next Target’s Just Spring Up!

At Last, All Is Behind!
At Last, I am Quite Free!
It’s Only To My Mind,
Instructor Comes To Me …

He says Me, Making Trill,
Like Perpetrates A Pun:
“Well Done! My Friend! And Still
You Failed To Notice One!!!

Last Target! There He’s!
He had Put On A Mask
In Darky Corner Piece,
Behind A Sort Of Cask!

It Seems To Me How These
Damned Bullets Perforate
My Body … It Means He’s
In Time, But I Was Late!

I Lost Game Of My Lee …
I Had No Only Ace …
Instructor Sniggers Me:
“Best Beer Packing-Case!”