Fitting End

by February 20, 2018 0 comments

This being America, everyone’s been offed,
mostly shot. We grabbed Colts, Berettas,
Glocks — fitting end for love, friendship,

forgiveness, trust. We wasted rapists,
burglars, thugs. Those of different skin
or faith, friends we hate, our boss.

Knocked off waiters who whine, delay,
text a lot, shoppers ramming carts,
stopping mid-aisle to tweet, flipping

us off. Cheating lovers, drivers
who stink-eye, speed, pass. We blasted
telemarketers last. Every trial,

over in a flash. Defendants,
lawyers, all were snuffed. Even judges
wasted jurors waving guns.

editors note:

We seem to be going truly viral. In the end, the guns will buy themselves. – mh clay

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