I meet my gun
Gun greets me "hello sire!"
It shoots but sticks
And wrongly clicks
And unfortunately misfires
Oh wow, I didn't mean to
But I guess I already did!
Now look at all this blood and guts
and teeth and meat
and wads of spit
"Well clean the spill!" They shrill
Well, since you say, I'm skilled
But if I've failed my dreams by thirty
Then shoot myself, I will.
YOU ARE READING
WRITTEN. // poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. Kind of just a public therapeutic thing, honestly. ____ [All poetry is written by myself. I take what I write very seriously and I will go to extreme measures to make sure that nothing in this compilation is stole...
