Please Kill Me

No, not an angsty rant... or anything angsty at all really.

Sauntering into the cheap bar
A target on the chest
This “don’t care about nothing”
Receives many glances.
Holes torn in tattered shoes
One confidently in front of
The other. Looking like a
Sleazy anti-Christ
With that smirk on his
Unwashed face.
With that lettering he begs
The world to try;
To kill.
To stab and twist.
To maim dreams.
That drugged heart of his
Will repel the gunfire;
Shoot him down.

Author's Note

Ever read the book "Please Kill Me" by Legs McNeil? You should.