Nothing like the warm hug of cold steel,
the smooth butt of a handgun or round
barrel of a .45
it's all love, isn't it, love of country and each other,
standing proud over the American flag,
I wanted to go hug you, QQN-064, but you
looked preoccupied as you awaited the final number
from the Geico adjuster,
how many was it in Sandy Hook, or the nightclub
in Florida, how is Ms. Giffords fairing these days,
somehow the warm hug turned into warm blood.
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