Racks & Wracks

A Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562

Imagine a boutique

Shelves upon shelves

of cubby holes.

Wine and pasta served to crying patrons.

And breach-loaded rifles, and guns fighting little plastic and gummy targets.

Oh, what a fun time

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Added on January 6, 2026
Last Updated on January 6, 2026

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