A penis is a warm gun
The measure of manhood
can’t have a snubbed nose,
this open carry seems indecent
in the presence of children,
yet, here we are, waving
our dicks around like trophies,
impregnating the air
of coffee shops and grocery stores
with that curdled milk odor of death.
Shooting off at the mouth,
shooting off from the hip,
stroking these polished barrels
and stocks in orgies of masturbatory
fear mongering for what?
A good guy with a cock
keeps his happiness at home
and shines up his chrome
to internet porn when he’s alone
like an ordinary homophobe.
Maybe it’s less manly
to keep your junk in your drawers,
to keep your chamber cleared,
to keep a pistol only capable
of shooting six girls before needing reload,
but at a certain age it becomes obscene
to think of anything but a future
where the young can decide for themselves
which wounds they’d prefer to die from.