Behind the trembling barrel, <br />A revolver smile sometimes conceals <br />Crazed, hollow-point intentions. <br /> <br />Some have not been sighted-in, <br />Some recoil too sharply, <br />Or jam every third round. <br /> <br />But others you will find <br />Consistently point down <br />A three-inch group at fifty yards. <br /> <br />Until you know more, <br />Trust each one you see <br />Carries a full clip <br />Of live rounds: <br />One in the chamber, <br />Safety off, <br />And a sudden, <br />Heart-stopping, <br />Hair trigger.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-are-like-guns/
