story from a corner boy

he has an imagine...

it starts on a playground,
there are kids, boys and girls with their mom
swinging and laughing.
the dogs are barking and the flowers are blooming
butterflies just flapping their little wings

the wind abates, it hasn't rain for some days
the sun shine bright but doesn't shine fiercely..
the cloud paint the sky with it's shelter to make him keep cool & warm inside & out.

and then you hear a rumbling..
it's made of thunder & blood
sweeping over the playground
everyone starts screaming
and clawing their eyes
pulling at their hair and saying, "help!what do we do?"
then he steps in,
wielding the biggest fucking shotgun you've ever seen in your life,
he blows every fucking thing away...
and his getting heroes work done.

when it's all over..
the storms away and the dust has settled
the sky clear and the sun showing it's smile
whole world gathers below him,
and everyone say, "thank you johny, thank you for helping..being a great man and doing this for us."
and you know what he replies to them?
"you don't need to thank me, i'm just a lucky guy with a secret gun in my heart. i'm just a corner boy.