A Bullet is Not a Vampire



A bullet is not a vampire.
It does not need permission
to enter your body.

A bullet will not knock
on your door and say,
Bullet here. May I
please come in?

A bullet will not wipe off
a spot and ask, Will this
suffice? A little further
to the left perhaps?

A bullet does not show
its ID to the doorman,
only to hear, Sorry, sir,
but you may want
to check in tomorrow
for our Thursday special.

A bullet does not hold up
its thumb like an artist
measuring proportions.

A bullet is your slob
brother-in-law paying
you a surprise visit.

A bullet stinks
of beer and urine,
eats cold pizza
for breakfast,
and smells milk
before drinking it
right out of the carton.

Jimmy Pappas

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