Who Shot First?

Quiet night on the desert streets of Mos Eisley
Cantina pumping, music thumping
The perfect scene for an underground crowd

Green skinned in colour, the almost perfect bounty hunter
Not gifted with a blaster, point blank range and still a yard off
Smelling like cheese, rodian swine
Suction cups for fingers and big black fucking beady eyes
Scowering the booths for the smuggler scum to rob him of his life

Blaster at the ready, over his weight in credits waiting
Is this the night Greedo will take his victory?
Is this the night his lust is finally sated?
Determined to kill that Han Solo bastard

Hours pass and the boredom sets in
Wondering when that scoundrel will attend
The ever growing party around him
He decides to join, a few drinks
And some death sticks won't impede his ploy
Oh shit, it's time, Han Solo has arrived

Solo stands victorious, Greedo lies blasted dead
Another casualty that will never be missed
"Sorry about the mess"