The Q Man The Q Man was somebody who was different He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style Normal space travel took forever and a day But his ship was a souped one off With engine and fuel enhancements Zipping from world to world to work He lands in a remote place and hides His pointed ship from observers or spies And hikes to his location to do the job The tool of his trade is a long range rifle Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets These **** every single life form from a mile On normal blood and body organisms Normal explosive bullets do the job With insect like ones with an armoured body Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them He has 3002 different bullet types to use Each one killing a designated target The contract killer with no home Except between the stars in his ship Living for a dozen centuries extendable You don’t want to mess with him Nor be on his **** list as you’re ****** Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet Fired by the best assassin there ever was The Q Man and his rifle always on call
I think nobody understands the pain, of living with constant fear. I am tired of seeing women oppressed, being hit, only bruises to show. It is not okay to seal her lips then question, why she took time to come out. I will lose it if someone says that home is where I'll be safe, oh I am not. She is not, She is not, Oh she is not, she is not, she is not, Oh I am not.