1868

1868

Shoot.

Not a hit and miss.

A direct hit.

Rather than fame I got death by rope cinch.

(Well, fame of 15 minutes-ish.)

And up goes a hospital.

Cruel irony without a hitch.

Maybe then I would have been beaten if only I had missed.

And then I could have gone to hospital.

Albeit one that would not exist

Unless I hit.

Shoot.

Shoot the Duke.

– Scott Sandwich

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