# #betrayal #life #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #poetry


I smell the pleasant aroma

Of our fatal last shot

Your beautiful sexy barrel

Smoking and red hot


Oh how you fill me

With such pleasure and power

How the very sight of your loveliness

Made our victims run and cower


Makes me laugh aloud

How the haters give you the blame

When it’s really me not my beloved AK

Who feels the need to murder and maim


So let them try and take you

But they better get ready to run

Because I’m another entitled American

Who can legally “HUNT” with my gun

Author's Notes/Comments: 

poem about a proud gun owner.

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