May You Not Go Insane with a Gun in Your Hand.
You have an arsenal in your coat closet, on the shelf behind the scarves and hats and the one random glove with no partner, rifle resting in the corner with the umbrella and old tennis racket, at the ready for sport or the collector at the screen door.
You go to the gun shows; such beautiful guns, so many choices. Joy rises with the anticipation of the virgin metal rebounding against a willful wrist. You have been fucked with by someone at sometime. Statistics say so. You carry frustration. You are angry. You feel alone. You might someday get right, get clear or get even.
You live on pavement but you are ready for the bear paw in the cave. Woman; attacked once by a dead soul desperado, you bought protection, armed for the next time. You forget that your instincts will not save you unless you live holstered and at the ready evermore. You are paranoid and broken and you are ready to pay it forward.
You are inundated with news that life is hard and the world is at war and those with power will lord over those without. You need power. Where to get power? Your screams are heard in a hail of bullets.
There is not enough money, not enough hope, not enough love.
You are eating processed food that leaves you dead inside. You can smoke and drink and swallow pills to bury your feelings. You can kill others and bury the dead. You can go to the doctor for a fix but there is no preventative care, no healers here for you, no insurance money to cover impending disease of the body or mind. No one pays attention to you until you are sick. You can show them how sick you are with a weapon. No one prevents you from that either.
You can hide out. Porn and video games are abundant with imaginary companions. You are going crazy but no one notices. We are busy, so busy. Listen my friend, watch our day to day! Who amongst us is not living a crazy life? Crazy is the new normal. It’s every man for himself. Bolster yourself with heart or hand grenades.
On your own, you make your own choices. Be a man. Grow up.
Lock up. Lock yourself away with your faith and your kids. Protect yourself. We the gun holders will stand ready and armed. There is no running and hiding so get your armor on.