~murders & Acquisitions~ Poem by E Nigma

Her life's a very little pretty something
Dressing up just to take you down
She walks the earth to persuade the notion
Notoriously known as the pervasive hound

She's grabs a rack of a stack of dominoes
66 and she's counting down
She wraps her lips around her finely wrapped tobacco
Your heads a mess cause you got the sense of an animal

She stacks them up one by one like their her idols
She lines them up like some ducks styled as suicidal
She's leaning in your leaning back like it's one motion
She grabs your hand and puts your finger on the button

Pull the trigger now blow me away she says
You look her over as you flick to engage and then
They topple over like some babylonic towers
Your eyes meet and greet from minutes into hours

Reciting words like she read them from a book that's hers
The night is young the air is cool like your connections charged
Let's take a walk for a change and abandon cars
To carefree to notice the idea was absolutely yours

With every word she spoke the steps became a journey home
You interject, what a mess you surely must have known?
You're to careless to live like you're the only single one
So say goodnight now, be rest assured, you're the one
of many, now that's for sure