I want to get a gun
Because they’re so much fun to shoot,
And to the desert I could go
To pop tin cans, maybe a cactus,
Return later to my home,
To clean the gun, then back into the case it goes,
Without shooting myself,
And feel perhaps, thereby,
Validated.
It's still National Poetry Month, April, so get out there and support your local poets.
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