Just Another Day
As the hour approaches, I prepare for my task
only to be interrupted by my memorable past.
I've been here many times before, the reasons are never the same.
A matter of seconds, no less no more, then they'll be looking for someone to blame.
But that all means very little to me, by then I'll be on my way.
Unmarked bills in a plain, brown bag. Just another day.
I check my sights, and then the time. I hear my father say "make me proud".
Then it's 3 to the head, 2 to the chest, and 1 into the crowd.