CARBINARI
You were the guy with the long black coat,
holding that gun like it meant to talk; the long,
black barrel pointing straight out. From thirty
feet away, I've got to tell you, you really looked
like something : a fearsome, violent force. A man
fighting to death with a vengeance to spare.
But that was then. Now I see you sprawled
on that cocktail couch on the porch by the sea.
Sipping that drink, with the gun at your feet,
you look like nothing more than some
You were the guy with the long black coat,
holding that gun like it meant to talk; the long,
black barrel pointing straight out. From thirty
feet away, I've got to tell you, you really looked
like something : a fearsome, violent force. A man
fighting to death with a vengeance to spare.
But that was then. Now I see you sprawled
on that cocktail couch on the porch by the sea.
Sipping that drink, with the gun at your feet,
you look like nothing more than some
kitty cat on a European beach.
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