My words are like bullets
And my pen is the gun
I love shooting them out
One by one
locked and loaded
Emotions exchange
As I cock back the hammer
And focus down range
Accurate and steady
My hand on the grip
Hitting my target
As they fly out of the tip
Another feeling
Another idea
I aim and I shoot
And then they appear
Zooming through space
Hitting hard wherever they land
Fast and explosive
When my weapon's in hand
But please don't be worried
I mean you no harm
While I was writing this
The safety was on.
