What is the purpose of a gun, if not to kill someone, or some thing?
Can you stir a pot of spaghetti with a pistol?
I shot french toast out of the sky at camp one summer, does that count?
Do the makers of guns have any suggestions on alternate uses, food-related or otherwise?
About how many shots would it take to obliterate a Tootsie Pop?
It shouldn’t have to take so many tragedies for us to start asking so many questions, should it?
**Day Two, National Poetry Writing Month 2019. Prompt was to write a poem ending in a question, which I took a little farther than necessary here, I’d say.
Kevin Oliver Poetry 