The Hitman
Fellow in anguish...unfaithful wife; Seriously thinks, of taking her life! Hitman engaged, to do the foul deed... Peace for his soul, he is badly in need! "What is your fee?"...in throat is a knot; Hitman replies: "One grand per shot!" From bushes nearby, naked wife and her lover, In dimly lit room, no curtains for cover! "Where do I shoot them?" Reply in voice thick: "In her big mouth, and his filthy dick!" Hitman cocks rifle, and then takes aim... They're sitting ducks...dead easy game! Hitman's hand steady, his aim was unswerving.., Cuckolded fellow, found it unnerving! Killer said suddenly: "Please understand... "If I shoot now, it will save you one grand!"
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