Chapman Has a Gun
Chapman has a gun,
tucked safely in his coat.
He hides in the shadows of the Dakota.
Limousine pulls up to the curb,
a man in round glasses steps out,
Yoko poised confidently at his side.
Chapman jumps out of the shadows
his .38 Revolver pointed at the man’s back,
Six shots ring across the square.
Lennon stumbles two steps
before he collapses,
Yoko screams and weeps frantically.
“Do you know what you’ve done?”
the door man shouts,
shaking Chapman by the shoulders.
“I just killed John Lennon,”
he calmly replies,
a wild look in his eyes.
The police come and take Chapman away,
while Lennon is loaded onto a stretcher,
put in the back of an ambulance.
Chapman has a gun,
tucked safely in his coat.
He hides in the shadows of the Dakota.
