America is full of weapons.
Yet, people don’t know how to handle them:
the substitutes for cocks.
I’m sick and tired of seeing the pictures of
the bandana bimbos posing with the shotguns:
they wouldn’t even hit the barn door.
I’m sick and tired of seeing the videos of
the “Boobarellas” and the “lovers of Lucifer,”
giving the guys some gun advice:
I’m pretty sure that a man can figure out the mechanism of
his cock without a lecture from a girl.
America is full of weapons.
Yet, people don’t know how to start a revolution:
every gun incident is an episode of “The Best Sins for Sundays.”
Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, MA (History of Science and Ideas,) and the representative of the City of Oulu