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 kill 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 kill list as you’re fucked

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