Friday, May 30, 2014

Why I'm not a gun-owner.

It's too easy.
If I had a gun it'd be in my mouth.
After drinking a 12 pack at night in my dark apartment.
Like my erect cock in a chunky woman's mouth.
But, cold and lifeless.

Luckily I read Camus' argument on why the absurdist cannot commit suicide, so I won't try.
But, with a gun around I may get too drunk and forget his argument.

As the sheep lineup to get their ice cream scoop from the ice cream trough.
As Amazon Prime streams all of our desires.
As the Rory Henderson's and Danny Wallenslager's rape all of the trusting women and get away with it.

I'm here, and I'd have the gun in my mouth if I owned it.


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