A piece too tough for my teeth, a wine too gross for my tastes
A ceiling too low for my height, a price too large for my pocket
A cookie not for my taste, a medal too prestigious for my rank
A bullet will find the guilty one.
Veins were hiding — the needle was searching
The bow's arrows celebrated — the bowstring snapped
A wheel goes into a fire — a cheek goes into a palm
A bullet will find the guilty one.
A useful lesson — into the brow, not the eye*
The blood curled up into a ball and purred**
The blood's gotten smart — only we are smarter
A bullet will find the guilty one.
Let's check our suitcases — is everything alright?
We should look through our pockets — is everything in its place?
Cough a little, smoke a little, and sit down for a while
Is everything in vain?
*reversed version of "into the eye, not the brow," an expression used in the past to emphasize a shooter's accuracy
**curl up is the same word as curdle, as in blood curdling