The predictable morphed into the unexpected.
unnamed and not revised and barely coherent ten-minute poem
if i hang fire for the unexpected does that trigger me predictable? or a misfire rejected? neglected. or AKA a gunslinger with an AK-47? that's how I'd spend my seven minutes in heaven lingering and fingering this weapon of mass destruction does that trigger me predictable because Colt 45s are my cult, my principles? while i hang fire for the unexpected.