The Shooter
Denied a beer
no I.D.
only eighteen,
so naturally he bought
a semi-auto rifle.
The silent mad
go bad.
Such a predicament.
Sorrow weeps, reason sleeps.
Background checks
buried now in graveyard grounds.
No more back to school.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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