I Bought My First Gun Today (a poem)

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.


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