Hey! Young Man

This poem was inspired last spring. I know a lot of people may have felt this way about a person. Enjoy!

Young Man

Hey young man, won't you put away that gun.
Stop playin' wit that trigger, cause to you it's just for fun.
You had to point that barrel, in the direction of me.
Like cupid with his arrow, you showed no mercy.
I have to confess, i liked playing wit your gun.
Until it let off two shots, and know i am stunned.
I was raised not to play wit those black shiny things
Two shots in the heart, one two bang, bang.
You have perfect aim, and your stance is just right
Then you hide on the rooftop, looking for fresh prey at night.
Hey young man, won't you put away that gun
Stop playin' wit that trigger, cause to you it's just fun.
That weapon is dangerous, you need a license to carry
It's shrapnel is hazardous, soo many hearts that you bury.
I was your victim, and i wish i could forewarn
All the girls of the symptoms, that their heart has been scorned.