There’s red dots here,

and red dots

  there

and red dots nearly everywhere!

        (Your character, right —)



The character assassin,



in its natural setting,

the high rise — NO!

……. cut for cliche ……

the alleyways under sunset

the insurance scam - scum

 sung soft song sore 

the score

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they_ swore_

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the_ sword_

The man has a tie

with a mighty red dot

the red dot is fixed

to his tidy tie’s knot

he closes his eyes

and he questions it not

for with words spoke like his

he foresaw he’d get got

_There’s a Luigi poem somewhere in your head you dummy, _

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The title should be “Red Dot Giveaway!”

Everyone reach now

under their seats - WOW!

a red dot for you

and a red dot for me,

everyone here’s going home

with these things!

everyone here’s going home

   with these free! 

Pow!

Red dots are for close quarters engagements,

like a nice slow dance,

where wind doesn’t blow,

where altitude is the last thing on your minds,

where you’re face to face,

and the world is red for a bit,

and you’re painting a sunset

on fleshy canvas,

gravity is a meaningless affair,

and every second is a gift,

and every man is a curse,

and the whites of your eyes,

good golly they’re red

Uncle Sam takes his aim, the ol’ puppet,

raises his red dot, his white-hot, blue wrought eyes pressed the sight like a monocle

pulls the trigger slow and steady,

deep breaths, boxed breathing,

Calms the nerves, coats them in steel,

looses the lead

brings a people to submission

the white flags splayed over

with a fine coat of the future

lines ‘em up real nice

two camps and two lines

like cattle we go

trusting him with our tomorrow

when he shown us yesterday

is chambered and ready to fire