If I had a shiny gun
I could have a world of fun
speeding bullets through the brians
of those who give me pains

or had I some poisen gas
I could make the moments pass
bumping off a number of
people whom I do not love

but I have no shiny gun
so fair does our pleasure step on
so they still are quick and well
who should be, by right, in hell...
 
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