In America we flaunt our guns like our dicks
Caress, click, trigger, pull, stick,
unload
And when we are empty just get another dirty magazine
we've hidden from our mothers in our underwear drawers
reload
springing cartridges into chamber
unload again
rinse, reload, repeat
its quicker this time
do you see the pattern placing death on repeat
ejaculation of steel distruction is a learned practice to be perfected
like hygiene
boys learn it like puberty
And our sons learn these games like birth rights, at thirteen learn to cum steel
take on material infatuation in metal magazines
Hiding their fascination in code switch
from cars to clips
Live in the "hang-fire" of hammer to fire
Like Jordan lived in the hang-time of push to flight
but our sons are falling stars
their glocks and cocks in their pockets are too heavy to move with
so they sit in living room couches
watching advertisements from mind playing manufacturers
in 1983
with firearm sales plummeting manufactures decided to broaden the target audience from adult white males to women and youth
making weapons more accessible, affordable, and appealing
one of the first guns to be release, "the viper"
just like the dodge
combines compact speed, power, and appeal for a price
plus sleet beauty
guns are sexier than girlfriend at 13 and these boys pay their lives to them in backyard brawls
eric, lives two doors down from me, knows the names of every gun manufactured in America today
And spends his lunch money on air soft assault riffles waiting for the day he can hold the heavy steel of a real ak-47 to his cheek
I wonder what he expects to do with this machine
will he kiss her on their firsts date
will he hold her like a woman or hold his women like her
will he ever learn the scent of shampoo to overpower gunpowder
will he grow old enough to ever know? i wonder
eric claims he was admitted to stanford because he knows how to build bazookas
he's the youngest boy in my dorm
and our society is already paying into his addition to explosions
already investing in his infatuation
he is 17 and spits gunpowder when he speaks
has a nack for disaster but a smile like candy
and i worry that soon he wil just ad to the thousands lost to metal
because
in america
we are spreading a plague like privilege
between 1979 and 1991 more children died on the firing streets of america than american soldiers dies on the death roads of vietnam
because we teach our sons to pull triggers like there is no effect
play. die. reset.
reload.
die
repeat
reload
reset.
we cant
we die
its done
its death.
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