the gunslinging american

the gunslinging american

A Poem by delapruch
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“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow" -Ted Bundy

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while working one evening at the plant,

an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him

just how easy it would be for him to get away with

killing someone.

 

the young man,

now more attentive than ever before

(once the older man mentioned that he would have no problem

killing someone),

sat there while the older man laid out his plan---

he explains that he would use an older rifle that he has hanging in his

house (one whose make no longer exists),

and that he would simply drive up next to the house of the person he

hated,

and while waiting with a scope on the rifle,

from a distance he would pluck his enemy’s life right out of them

as to him it would be

“just like hunting a deer.”

 

the younger man digs down deep within

for that part of him that feels could kill

and responds to the older man:

 

“i know could kill somebody & get away with it too---yep, just like

killing a deer”

 

the two agree that after killing whomever it is that they want dead,

they’ll feel better because said individual will no longer

be around to annoy them.

 

and the gunslingers build up their stocks of

guns & ammo

they breed their sons to love guns & if they don’t go off to war

after being spoon-fed grandiose amounts of patriotic

excrement

which will prepare them for being

hired killers

somewhere else in the world,

they stay at home within these borders &

fester.

the american gunslinger is a special kind,

one whose history comes from the celebrated

“wild west,”

and who shook fear into others that would stand in their

way---

these psychos want to be able to parade around with their

big c***s out

so that all the world will see just how much of a man they

really are

(in their big trucks with their big guns, compensating again &

again, so obviously, for their itty bitty peenie weenies).

 

as an inward, xenophobic, extension of the empire,

directed within

at itself---

they are doing a bang up job! 

© 2011 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..