Cry Me a River

Do you want a bullet in the head? A poem

Today I bought a gun, and it’s a sexy one. There is no store for guns, cocaine, and marihuana in Portugal. So you need to be connected, like me. I know too many people.

Now, what am I gonna do with it?

Shoot the Prime Minister? Shoot a random cop? Shoot me? Shoot the first asshole I see wearing a mask in the open air? I don’t know

but something needs to be done.

From the outside, I look like a normal person. Yet I hide my eyes behind these sexy sunglasses.

Guess how many like me are just walking around? You better watch out. You bitch, you motherfucker.

So why you are looking at me?

Do you want a fucking bullet in your head?

Do you want a FUCKING bullet in your head? Do you want a fucking BULLET IN YOUR HEAD? DO YOU WANT A FUCKING BULLET IN YOUR HEAD?

Rest in peace motherfucker.