A.T. The Shooting Alley

[leafsailors ghost]

A.T. The Shooting Alley
A gallery of shooting booths
mister clean like the jolly green
grins a snarly grin
waits with his crooked guns to have some fun
no intention you can ever hit the moving target
the other little barkers grin the same grin
come on in
bring your friends nobody wins
at the end of the day you pay
walk away empty handed
having landed in a dead end alley friend
small gloomy rooms made of ego boxes
propped up by want to be big shot sticks
it to any one comes in
read all the rules that only half apply
will poke a sharp shooter in the eye
or turn the lights out
the clowns all leave town
if you bring your own gun son
so don't spend your dime
it is just a waste of time