The Bounty Smoker

Insatiable, the grand-mom’s fable
Pink is apple..apple on the table
The Knife when glides, the knight is alive
But knight is the savior, of night’s own life

Light bow for kill, Cross bow arrow,
blood getting spurted through wings of the sparrow
the smoker had the bullet, his rifle had the barrel
his lips were smirking, his eyes were narrow

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the bird screamed and cried
he seven times smiled it

Light bow for kill, Cross bow spear
blood getting spurted through belly of the deer
the smoker had the bullet, his gun had her fun
his lips still smirking, his isn’t yet done

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the prey screamed and cried
he seven times smiled it

Light bow for kill, Cross bow’s span
blood getting spurted through head of a man?
the smoker had the bullet, the people cheered loud,
he the savvy smoker, has done them proud

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the man cursed and died
he seven times smiled it

they ran through the gates, through the gates they just ran
he the son of man, has just killed a man…