I bought myself a gun today

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I bought myself a gun today.

I bought myself a gun today.
I'll give you a moment to process the mental paper work.
Is he serious?
Is this guy for real?
Is this a metaphor? Is it loaded?  

Are these questions
you might ask?
Isn't this supposed to be a poem?

I said I bought myself a gun today.
Do you feel better?
Safer?
Do I
seem more dangerous?
Are my words more weighted now--
with violence?
with virility?
with penetration?
Are you looking at my crotch
for an extra bulge?
How do you feel
about me now
knowing that I'm packing?

I bought myself a gun today,
And just like that
I'm a gangsta upholding the second amendment.
I'm a citizen of the constitution
holding up my right
to bear arms,
and raise my hand in a fist--
a fist, that's gripped in tension
     a fist that's an extension
           of man and invention
           and I really should mention
          I can blow your fucking head off
          without the slightest intention.

I bought myself a gun today,
Are you scared:
that I don't know how to use it?
That it might want to use me?
That I might become
overwrought with emotions,
and respond to an argument
"Arnold" style with, an,
   "I'll be back?"--
that I might settle things
once and for all
with my noisy neighbor
in a language he might finally understand?
Are you scared?

I bought myself a gun today.
Does that make you worry?
You know what the statistics say,
That I have a better chance of shooting
myself,
than some intruder,
or mugger, or rapist
or therapist even.
Are you worried about my self-destruction?
that I might I might accidentally
have an
accident?
Or, maybe, you may think,
that it might be on purpose?
that I might be singing
the, "Barrel-in-the-mouth blues?"--
not just fantasizing
about 'em,
but singing 'em with a with my mouth wide open,
and feeling them for real for real:
feeling the cold steel 'cross
my tongue,
choking
on the taste of cordite,
really singing, "I can't breathe,"
and how much
this sucks and having
the means to put and end to it all--
Are you worried about that?
          If you are
 then don't,
'cause I'm not thinking about that at all.

I bought myself a gun today.
Wouldn'tit be great
if we all could say:

I bought myself a gun today.

 

  

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