wish i had guns.
i would shoot them at all hours of the day
and feel high aiming at the sky.
i would never wear clothes again
my shotgun duct-taped to my leg.
just get drunk and smoke cuban cigars
whistle bluegrass tunes
and go on crazy rants.
the desert would be the place to be
and if someone trespasses
just bury them there.
no-one would like me
and that is just fine.
i'd write hateful words in the sand
and let the wind decide.
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