Like Sherman Burnt Georgia

My mother swears
"She's out there";
always tells me so.
God, I fucking hope not.
What's life without a hunt?

Shotguns are for peace time.
Rifles are for war.
The truth's reserved for late at night
when you're all at the bar.

Currently reading:
"Against the State:  An Introduction to Anarchist Political Theory" by Crispin Sartwell.

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