I bought my first gun today.
Not that I absolutely need it,
I can go to the grocery store
and buy freezer-fuls of meat
pre-cut and pre-packaged in Styrofoam and plastic wrap.
But I live in the country,
where most households have a gun
and you are not a man if you do not shoot
and I am starting to believe them.
So I went out and got a .22
bolt action with a clip and a scope,
enough to snipe gophers or
scare off ill-intentioned idiots.
So that will show them, better than
my air compressor or my reciprocating saw
or my hatchet scar.
That will show them that I am a man.
Now I will go
and write a poem about it.