I Felt Like

I felt like pumping him with lead
For all he said
He should have been dead
For all I cared.

It did not seen right
That he should fight
For what was not his right
It was like flying a kite.

Today and tomorrow
He goes to borrow
Turn the mind to sorrow
Like a dent arrow.

Alas for the end
That prosperity would lend
To the bitterest end
No one would tend.