I fight your battles when you want,

Patrolling the darkness of your mind.

I perform dirty deeds that you shun

And expect my recompense in kind.

 

I fire your guns and launch grenades;

I land your missiles on the spot.

I lay out bodies in neat rows

To leave in unnumbered holes to rot.

 

Though I’m rough-edged and cynical,

I carry out the work you ask.

I tidy up unfinished ends

When others won’t complete the task.

 

I never linger in one place;

I’m lying low as I take your call.

I’ll shoot down as many as you like

And pin my bill to the last to fall.