GUN CHANT

Gun Chant

Pretty, pretty gun. Pretty, pretty glittering gun. Pretty little shiny toy. Shiny, shiny trinket. Pleasing little object. Shiny hypnotic object. Turn it and turn it and turn it around. Watch it sparkle. Watch it glitter. Watch it wink.

Wink-wink.

Look it straight in the eye. Go on, I dare you. Take a good look right up close. Stare deep down into its little soul. Steer your mind into its hollow. Into its distance.

All it takes is an instant. Instantly. Instantly free. Free. Fried. Froth. Froth blown away. Like the foam on the top of your coffee. A wisp of cotton candy.

That easy. That light. That little a loss. Let it go. Let it float. Who could notice? Who could care? Caress. Caress the moment. Only a moment. How little it takes.

Only a moment. How little it takes.....




Copyright 2008 James B. Chevallier
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