If I Had a Gun I’d Blow Your Ass Away

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Yesterday’s poetry gaggle at the Black Cat Bookstore was, at times, sad, wistful, funny, sharp, profound, hilarious, and disturbing.

One poem was hilariously disturbing. The author hilariously rummaged through his complaints in life, finally focusing on a store manager because of the Christmas music assaulting his ears “and it’s not even December.”

This long, hilariously funny, rhyming poem had us in stitches throughout, even as he recited the closing lines about buying an AK-47 and blowing the manager to hell. As our applause subsided one of the writers jokingly asked, “You are kidding, right?”

“No, I am not kidding,” he smiled.

Which brings me to this week’s unlocked story… Ghost, Walking.

For more information about my locked and unlocked stories, go here, then go here, and finally go here.

I’m still waiting for someone to flag me for my spelling mistake in #7.

Thanks for reading!