Words I shoot out like ammo,
But go incognito like camo,
Too much meaning it's mean,
Mean like making a soldier teen,
Sometimes they are so clever,
Meaning passes over like unseen,
My words are the bullets that hit,
The readers are the targets to kill,
I hit the targets just a little bit,
Depends on my amount of will,
My adjectives are the blood and gore,
My nouns are the troops of the war,
My verbs are the shooting and killing,
My whole poem is what it's for,
My poem is the whole war together,
The war that will just last forever,
I'm like a soldier shooting out bullets,
In this case the bullets are the words,
I said the verbs are the shooting,
So I guess I'm shooting out verbs...
