Nine Millimeter

She was sleek and shiny, made out of stainless...

Could end all the hurt, and really quite painless.

She was quick like the Cat, none any sweeter...

You can love and want her, but you cannot keep her.

Two loves, two misses, the strikes are at two...

Tired of the game - being somebody's fool.

Now the task is to stop that ole caged lion's roar...

How perfect she'll be when the 9 leaves her bore.

~Wade Meyer