I Don'T Like Guns But
I don't like guns ... but
they make my husband feel
like a man and help him bond
with our sons.
I don't like them or how he
describes the way they feel in
his hand: "Better than a tit",
I heard him confide to his pal, Joey...
but something has to protect us.
I mean it's our right to be on guard.
It's our right.
My husband spends all his
time with his guns: cleaning them,
polishing the barrels, studying their
details. And talking...talking about
his gun rights, about his next NRA
meeting or what happened at the
last or that he can't believe how
good the right gun in his hand feels.
I don't like guns...they made me disappear.
Copyright © Evelyn Augusto | Year Posted 2018
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