![]() at Rod's gun shop.A Poem by h d e rushinAt the gun shop because of my need to kill. But I would rather everything live into the sweet future. My heart, the molten material in a reverberator. A shotgun with buckshot that tears through an invader? Or an AR-15 cute and green with a strap like a guitar to sling from my great burden. Recalling "Dragnet" I held the handgun like Sargent Friday, pulled from the beige sports jacket and checked for bullets. I tackled someone in the tall arborvitae. Throttled him. Handcuffed him to the fence. Then divided his body. Harpooned the birds that snuck in to see. Used my 'twisting' action against the anti-vaxers. ( remembering My dad knew Judo in WW2) So I karate chopped them into compliance. Located their eyes with the tactical laser sight. Aimed at the spot between their two curved horns. Then offered a plea for civility.
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