Lucinda Gets Her Gun, Part Ii
...It wasn’t easy living out on her own,
she was young and she made her mistakes,
went to night school to learn to cut hair,
and in the daytimes tables she did wait.
At twenty years old she was a stylist,
building up a good list of regulars,
was making more money, doing all right
as her customers spread the good word.
Things were going smoothly, she had moved on,
when one evening she went to her jeep,
and standing by it with a knife in hand
was a strung-out junkie, a real creep.
He looked desperate, his eyes bloodshot red,
it had been some time since his last fix,
said,”Just drop the purse and you can go home,
you won’t like it if I have to us this.
Lucinda just reaching inside that same purse,
drew her gun and pointed it at his chest.
The tweaker’s eyes went wide with true terror,
quickly came the junkie’s panicked breaths.
Said Lucy,”Now, I know you’re gonna run,
but if you don’t, and make a move towards me,
I will shoot you dead, so best ask yourself
if you’re better off risking the police?”
Just as she said, the tweaker ran off,
Lucinda turned and walked back through the door,
Iiformed the cops, who caught the addict
when he tried to hold up a liquor store.
She though back upon he mother’s hard words,
how a pistol would turn her harsh and cruel…
thinking the weapons was the whole problem,
and not the person using the tool.
She’d just pulled a gun to save her own life,
she still had no desire to go slay,
in good hands the gun had worked a good end,
convincing the damn thug to run away.
But she had learned something from her mother,
it did no good keeping everything within,
she started to teach Concealed Carry classes,
so that other souls would not fall victim.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2019
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