Poetics: Sex, Politics and Automatic Weapons (obviously a poem about Trains)

This is my rifle, this is my gun
This one's for fighting, this one's for fun

That's the cadence, but men why is it
we equate sex with violence, death,
conquest and dominance?

Submit, submit sub-
oops, sorry so fast, the unequal equivalent
of an uzi....brata-tat-tat (click)
oh, sorry honey, my clip's spent
here's a wet nap, speaking of a nap
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Excuse me, excuse me
put your guns away please, and no
we're not impressed by your M-16,
size ain't the thing,
with a quick sprung spring

Now, let's slow...it...down....
and redefine the parameters of the mission, it's

Like passing a bill in Congress? Naw, you need
more than just hot air lip service, and a parkway
drive on Sunday, might be nice occassionally
but in excess leave you limp, metaphorically

Better yet, take seat on the train
through the greenery and trees, in-joy
the scenery with no need to hurry, cars rock'n
roll easy motion as you head round the mountains,
building temp in the boiler, for up over half hour, then
smooth clack the rails as you thrum through the valley,
cause then at least when you come, shuddering,
into the station, both expent of all steam
you can look her in the eyes, real-eyes-ing
you never even brandished a weapon
in this coup to be king. 


Today at dVerse Poets Pub, Claudia will be hosting Poetics where you won't need a ticket to come aboard this poetry prompt. It leaves the station at 3 pm EST.