son of a gun
son
take this cold
steel in your warm hands
let me help you
hold it still
(your hands in mine)
block out everything
but your target
let me help you
pull the trigger
(don’t you feel
better)
now you know what it’s like
to be a man
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I love the play of poem with title. You are an original.
Thank you, Gaby!