Preferably things that didn't die
If I shot something I didn't eat
I would be skinned alive
First I used a sling shot
Then I tried a bow
Wasn't nothing I couldn't hit
Draw back and let it go
Then I discovered guns
Man, was that a rush
Point and shoot
Kicking up some dust
I had this great idea
one of those that never is
Instead of shooting chickens
I could shoot some eggs
Mamma boiled out of the house
like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes
One thing I learned very quickly
Before I began to run
Never
ever ever
try
shooting eggs with guns
I thought I was free and clear
I hadn't killed a thing
But filling me with fear
Mamma shamed me
A egg is a baby chick
even if you ate it
the heart makes the simplest things
so damn complicated
The italicized lines are stolen, with permission, for Tuesday's prompt
and for The Tuesday Platform
