Provoked mud slide.

excuse me for this vulgarity,
but i recently used someone’s
face to defecate on.
it was not consensual,
but that’s not my problem.
okay, so they kind of asked for it.
i was going to hold it,
but they pressured me into doing it.
i’d have to say
my bowels are fairly regulated,
yet this person released the flood gates.
i only shit on those deserving of it.
oh, how this person begged.
the downside to this story,
i had to clean my pants.
to shit on others
is to shit on oneself.

Just noticed i’ve got a gun.

i’ve got a gun.
although, i’m not sure whose it is.
i notice everyone around me
carry guns, presumably theirs.
i’m not sure if they use it,
or how they use it,
or even what they load it with?
where do they find their ammunition?
does someone give it to them,
do they steal it, or
do they buy it?
i see them carry
their guns to work,
to schools, to restaurants,
while driving in traffic,
during Sunday mass,
even on family vacation.
shots can be heard
in exchange for
power, money, ideals, beliefs.
since when did we all have guns
and the thought that because
we have one, we should use it?
all i know is,
i’ve got a gun.
one day i’ll shoot.
until then,
i’ll stick to using
blanks.