In the end, I met a friend;
Whose eyes of that of a triggerman;
A man who follow all the trends;
Down to his Brainpan.

Out of curiosity, I ask what I should not,
Oh boy, I was a fool!
If he wasn’t such a bad shot
I’ll probably woulda been a ghoul.

The triggerman now lay in his grave;
A bullet that pierced that brainpan of his.
The gunman is mysterious and doubts he would ever cave
But I bet you can guess; ah go try the quiz.

In the end, I buried a friend;
A man who follows all the trends.

M.I.D