This gun fits my hand
better than yours
ever did but the heat of this
blued steel don’t keep the cold
night at bay.  The might of retribution
may be just but it sure don’t pay.
Ain’t got a dime to my name
and these shells don’t
jingle in my pocket.
It’s all about the redistribution
of wealth, I got plenty of lead
to share. I give what I can.
Never learned to swing a hammer 
or read too good but I can carve
your name on a bullet.
When I’m done
Let me rest on the side
of the road, I don’t need a
cross to hold up the sky.

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