Instructions to my assassin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a hazy Sunday in London, March 2013.

Submitted: March 28, 2013

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Cute Korean girl smiling,
Oh I'm still too shy.
Or is that just a lie?
Is the smile in my mind,
Or am I still just a child?
Dunno...
But you might have to kill me,
So don't think it chills me.
I may seem to be a nice guy sometimes;
But according to the friends I keep,
The niceness may be just skin deep.
And I don't want to date a girl
Who has a Kath Kidston Oyster card cover
And a fancy bag.
Is that Gucci I'm not so sure,
But it's a nasty fad.
Am I nasty lad?
One thing's for sure,
I'm not a nasty dad.
Uh oh....
 
If you should ever find me
Reading de Tocqueville 
in Pret a Manger on a Sunday
Please do kill me.
Shoot me right between the eyes
I really will deserve it, truly
And I can't complain
 
Now I got the China Daily,
Not so boring maybe.
Or is it just some plan?
Is the plan just a dream?
Is it all just a scheme?
Dunno...
But you might have to do me,
So don't think it fools me.
I may seem like a bright guy sometimes;
But according to the colleagues I meet,
The brightness is just voice deep.
And I don't want to drink with a guy
Who has an iPhone 5 and an HD TV
And a lovely wife.
Is she English I'm not so sure,
But he's racially pure.
Am I a worthy cure?
One thing I know,
I'm not the driven snow.
Uh oh...
 
If you should ever find me
Reading de Tocqueville 
in Pret a Manger on a Sunday
Please do kill me
Shoot me right between the eyes
I really will deserve it, truly
And I can't complain


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