SHOTGUNS

LOCKED & LOADED

By Keesa Wynne

Fella, I don’t know what led you to this here homestead;

But if you don’t get your ass back in that truck, you will wind up dead.

I reckon you can’t read; or you just think you’re slick.

But you won’t be so slick when you hear my shotgun click.

From your smirk, I can tell you think I’m teasing;

That No Trespassing sign is on my gate for a damn good reason.

Coming up here with your feelings and emotions;

Acting like you'll cure me with this magical love potion. 

Listen, I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again;

I have no interest in being more than friends. 

On this here land, I freely roam;

I have no interest in sharing my secluded little home.

Now, this is the last warning - you better do as you’re told;

Get back in your truck and head back down that road.

Sir - for the last time - I’m not buying what you’re selling;

And you better stop all that damn yelling.

I don’t care how many times I’ve been scolded;

I will forever keep this here shotgun locked & loaded.