Rev. Drew’s Thoughts from the Throne: In honor of National Poetry Day

She’s Got a Loaded Gun

I picked you up at the bar cuz you looked hot    
Bought you some drinks and talked you into shots
Back to your place you can ride in my truck
Starting to think we’re going to…..cuddle
Hot and heavy from the car to the door
Open the door and we hit the floor
Off comes your bra and then you turn off the light
Hey, wait a second something doesn’t feel quite right
I feel a bulge where there should be none
Then you whisper, “I’m packing a loaded gun”
At once my excitement turns to sheer horror
And I’m grabbing my pants and running for the door


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