Teddy Bears and Automatic Weapons

February 23, 2018

My automatic weapon is so black and shiny
it isn't tiny
it shoots a hundred seconds a minute
it has
no limit
nobody will mess with me
as I carry my
automatic weapon
its a friend of me
without it
I wouldn't be
can you see
my automatic weapon
and me
don't give no lip
this finger could
slip

but i say
lets just trade them in for teddy bears and blankets
warm and soft
and nobody gets hurt

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 2/22/18

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