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before I rust — a Gun’s poem
also “a tag” by Carolyn F. Chryst, Ph.D.
Before I die
As I say with a sigh
I just wanna know why
I couldn’t be in the hands …
Of some underground spy
Another thing that I
That is, before I shall die
Would wanna know why
( Just between you and I )
Can’t big boys with guns not even cry?
And one more thing that I
Even if brave and a spy
Each morning and at dusk
As I cry, cry, cry, cry
Is to be on automatic reload and try, try, try, try
Of course there’s one thing that I
As I try, try, try, try
In a world that’s gone quiet
While on a low carbine diet
Is what it’d be like just for once to be Wyatt
And another thing that I
Would just like to try
Now on a low carbine diet
And being a quick draw like Wyatt
Is of amour lourd and not Arma Lite
