The+Gun

The Gun

Safety on, the beast is caged Silently sleeping, no longer engaged Bullets removed, its claws no longer extended No longer serving the purpose for which their intended

Safety on, the beast is alert Curious and happy, eager to hurt Looking forward to the purpose it'll serve Its single, dark eye stealing prey of their nerve

Bullets in the chamber, claws and fangs are revealed Glad to follow through whatever orders Master will yield His finger on the trigger, it strains at its chain It is always eager to please and will never complain