Not Actually True
I was singin’ in the bathtub when the cops showed up that day.
He didn’t mean to shoot his self; it just turned out that way.
The bullet barely missed my head and then passed through my thigh.
It hit the curved end of the tub, came back and missed my eye.
As I lay bleeding in the tub, the water turning red,
the bullet hit the copper square and killed him like I said!
G. Martin Jahn March 12, 2009
