The Gun Shop Boys
Tamyka Bell

Does that count, Tamyka Bell? I frankly got lost in the story. My poem is an echo of what Marine Corps drill instructors scream at their recruits: “There is no such thing as a gun, recruit! Guns are for slimy civilians. Your rifle is your weapon. Your weapon is your rifle. Don’t let your rifle out of your sight.” and so on.

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