My Daddy's Gun Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

My Daddy's Gun



I LOST MY JOB MAN AT THE LUMBER YARD
THAT'S WHEN TIMES GOT HARD
YOU SEE I GOT A LETTER FROM THE BANK MAN
THEY WERE GOING TO TAKE MY HOME
SO I WENT OUT BACK TO EASE MY MIND
AND DRANK A SIX PACK
THAN I WALK TO MY DADDY'S HOUSE
AND I TOOK MY DADDY'S GUN
I WENT OUT BACK FIRING AT SOME CANS
I WASN'T HURTING ANY ONE,
THAN I TUCK THE GUN IN MY PANTS
HEADING TO THE STORE
I TOOK OUT THE GUN
AND POINTING AT THE CLERK
SAYING HAND OVER THE CASH
THE CLERK GAVE IT UP FAST
THAN I RAN DOWN THE STREET
BACK TO MY DADDY HOME
WHERE I HID THE PIECE
AND IN THE MORNING I PAY
THE BANK MAN TODAY

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