Young Slinger
His finger itched for the trigger as the lonely man wandered around the lone desolate place his face and eyes strike the scenery doging from corner to corner in the corner of his eye he sees it a man in all black thick leather coat a beard as scruffy as ever the nose of bridge and eyes pale as the sun the younger slinger pulls his gun on the shady man explain yourself oh it’s nothin’ mister I was just tryin’ to past by ’s all the younger slinger with his left index finger on the trigger lets the bullets fly and fills the shady mans face with lead bullshit he says looking at the now deceased shady man who once may have posed a threat but now it’ll never be known the young slinger continued to mose on south not looking back no one knows where he is now or why he killed the young shady man but it’s safe to say that the young slinger was itching with a trigger finger and an apathetic attitude to human life.
