Exploring in a crazy way the concept of dreaming about things that happen in the movies you watch.
I’m a double-fisted shooter from the south side of Miami.
My boss gave me an assignment to kill someone named Tammy.
She was allegedly having a wedding rehearsal in Texas.
So I put on my jacket and jumped in my Lexus.
I ran all the lights and sped a real lot.
I knew no one would cross me cause of the shotgun I brought.
The time flew by and I got there real fast.
Then I commenced to round up the mass.
I lined them all up and shot them one by one.
When they were all dead I was officially done.
But if there’s one thing I learned from the life that I lead.
People are always the hardest to read.
For at that moment I heard a stern woman’s voice.
I turned with surprise when she gave me a choice.
As she pointed her pistol straight into my face.
She said it was me she’d religiously chase.
She said she devoted her life to killing people like me.
For they ruined her life and it was then I could see.
That revenge was her mission to all such as I.
So I had to grasp the fact that I would soon die.
I gulped and asked her to give me her name.
Even though such a request seemed so insane.
She put the gun to my forehead and smiled with glee.
“I don’t see how it matters, but they all call me B.”
She pulled the trigger and then sudden light.
Then I opened my eyes and saw the dead of night.
Reflecting on the drapes of my own little room.
Was the foreboding glow of the far crescent moon.
It was then I realized that it was all just a dream.
And remembered that “Kill Bill” was the last movie I’d seen.
If that had been real it would have been beyond belief.
So I laid back in my bed and sighed with relief.
Just then the phone rang and snapped me out of my daze.
I answered, then heard, “You’re gonna die in seven days.”
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