My Poetic Gun
I’m a poetic gun;
Shells of great caliber.
I measure each poem,
With my trusty caliper.
I load my own rounds,
Thoughts are the primer.
The powder’s my inspiration;
I’m a quick draw rhymer.
With my cylinder loaded,
I’m ready to take aim.
Shooting poems into existence,
Into life’s open range.
In the heart of the prairie,
An outlaw poetic spree begun.
Shooting rounds onto the page,
From my poetic gun.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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