In Self Defense Poem by Ima Ryma

Was at my grocery store job,
Had loaded pricing gun to price
An aisle of canned goods by the gob.
Customer came, she was not nice.
'Prices too high, ' she yelled at me,
'You should be ashamed of yourself.'
Then she kicked me in my knee,
And pushed me back against a shelf.
She was out to hurt me for sure.
I had to act in self defense.
I pointed my pricing gun at her,
Pulled the trigger, it was intense.

But I failed to hit her, instead
Now I have a price on my head.