(my US NPM poem for April 2)
It was I who killed J. F. K. I
shot him down from on high,
I too who ended Mr A. Lincoln
and it's not some braggart's lie;
mine was the muzzled velocity
which made deadly bullets fly.
In these acts of assassination
I starred in every one, played
my part in each climatic scene,
I'm an efficient killing machine;
saw off M. Gandhi, M. L. King
and J. Lennon, all fell to me in
the reckoning. Here's is my J.
Hancock on my calling card I'm
always at your service .. A. Gun.