This Color of Death.

Guns & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
It was painted red.
And orange.
And yellow.
And green.
And blue.
And purple.
What did this gun
say about this girl?
I don’t really know -
but it sure was colorful!

Bullets & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
I smiled when she
pulled it out;
those colors made me smile -
until she pointed the
barrel at my face
and said,
"My gun may be colorful,
but these bullets are
black and white."

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Guns are tools for good and bad. Days of old. Men hunted and we still use for protection of home and family. A colorful gun in the street or pointed at you. Just a weapon of death and violence. A excellent poem. Made me think late in the morning.
Coyote

[Hello, Goodbye]

You awoke my curiosity and then proceeded to feed it with delicious art. Thank You.

[Hisou_Tenshi]

Dx Wows. You certainly did a good job on this poem. T'was something with brilliant, grim humor.

[Abd-afeez]

Ha ha ha! This poem makes me laugh. It is sort of like all that glitters is not gold. Though you didn't write this with humour it however is funny. That is the work of your great concept. Its been a while that i've last read something like this. This is a great job i must confess. Keep it up.