Short Cock

There's an old man who many do mock
He’s long in the tooth and short in the cock
Like birds to a worm the gossips flock
They point and they shout, his fingers unlock

The safety is off, he raises the gun
So ready to punish for all they have done
He squeezes the trigger, which let’s off a spray
Women and kids, no one gets away

Squinting at death through the glare of the sun
He wipes his forehead with the hand holding gun
The bone in the blood, the carnage of one
Its cold blooded murder with nowhere to run

Death’s coming forward; darker than black
Consuming this man with an all out attack
Chest feeling tight, the man falling back
Downwards he goes on that southbound hell track

Crashing behind him the gates of hell lock
“NOW COME ON INSIDE WITH YOUR SAD LITTLE COCK”