South Paw

Poem By Kiona Pearson

I'mma survivor, a stunt driver
A carnivore who hunts men at war
The best that has yet to past the test
That's for sure.

It's not perfect, tend to get decked
laid out and bashed down 'til nothing's left
It's like car theft, get in, get it and get gone
Nothin' goin' on.

When fires burn on and on, no war is won
'til all the Zed are shot dead straight to the head
and we reclaim the world that went to shit
Just don't quit.

They call me South Paw, sing like a Jackdaw
Not much to me now but this hood, a bow - composite
shoot the shit to drop it, .44 and a trench spike in my pockets
For ghouls? That's it.

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