Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Another One Bites the Dust

He walks broad day light down the street.

To the 'hood playground he does go,

Sure of who he does want to meet.

And ev'rybody there will know

That he was dissed by no invite

To her birthday party cuz he

Was always getting in a fight.

For sure a payback had to be.

From his pocket he pulled the gun,

Then walked close enough to make sure,

Shooting lots, he'd hit the right one,

The birthday girl, and he shot her.

Ev'ry day in Chicago town,

The children shoot the children down.