Bunger Gun

In the old days
we had real fireworks,
firework fuckers that would fuck your hand right off.

Now if you put one of them in a pipe
with a marble in front,
you had a very effective gun.

I have balls,
this,
I’m inclined to believe,
leads me to a predilection for
high speed,
explosions and
fornication.
Some call it testosterone.

So at 12, I played with bunger guns
with very interesting results,
shredded foliage,
marbles embedded in concrete,
terrorised little mates.
Evil grin.

Till the day the fuse went out.
I looked down the pipe,
the barrel,
someone called,
I looked away
the gun went off,
the marble took a small piece out of my ear,
before burying itself 2 inches
into a concrete wall.

Which would have been
straight through my eye socket,
into my brain
out the back of my skull
and me
dead.

Then I understood guns
and their sole purpose,
have never fired one,
have never touched one again.
nor ever will.