A Humble Man Shoots: 9/24/04

Old white man stares at me cold,

trying his best to make me fold.

He plays his position, his flesh his perk,

I crush him with wit, his game wont work.

He tries to bait me, encouraging rage,

I crush him with patience, my asset with age.

He feels himself failing; he calls up his troops,

he learns a hard lesson, a humble man shoots…