Nobody feels no emotion like these boys;
shooting from the hips,
a slippery fix
in their slick games of
bluff, balls, battery and gall.
Cool as cold steel,
hard as the hammer
of their gun-toy
as it clicks and taps
the back of the bullet.
Always on the right side.
Always winning.
Ready to die.
Slit- eyed and spitting
they step out into the sunlight.
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