Composition: I Used to have a Hundred Guns

Lock down with the door open. Is the store still open? I hope you don’t think I’m chokin’ or getting excited yet, because there’s a whole ‘lotta work left. Yes, I write with my left. I just want to know the total cost of ownership of my own space ship. Whoops, I forgot to take a sh*t. Is this way before our landing, or our take off, and am I still standing? Am I expensive, yet? I’m looking at all your CDs and they portray the display from the perspective of my knees! Dirty trees, turn up the degrees. We must be right next to the sun. I used to have a hundred guns. Imma make it my goal today to make someone a new birthday. Home invasion when you turn it to the correct radio station. Little people steeple. Remote paper-mate. I think I just accidentally stole the whole state. [ Time tunnel to my front, past to my back, hey baby, count the whole stack ] I hate your fourteen-year-old mind state. Initialize the new variables and embrace ’em. State ’em.

© 2012, S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

8 replies on “Composition: I Used to have a Hundred Guns”

I appreciate the compliment. Thank you for reading. Even though I wrote this a while back, I thought it was somewhat appropriate with everything going on now, sadly. 😎

Well, that’s quite flattering of you to say! Thanks for swinging by and commenting. You got some really interesting writings on your blog over there! That’s why I gave a follow. Congrats for that. 😀

Ms. Mugrage, it’s always great to see you here. The methodology here is to find a starter that I like, in my head and then build off of it, then writing it down a couple lines at a time. Now, you have me wondering why the lyrics remind you of 90’s songs, which I think is great. 😀

It reminds me of The Runaround by Blues Traveler, and It’s Been One Week Since You Looked At Me (not sure if that is the title or just the refrain) by I forget what group but it was played constantly my last year of university.

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