Relax, dear
reader, you don't
have to stick 'em up;
this poem's not
fully-loaded like
Leaves of Grass was—
this poem (compared
to that one) is more like
a cap gun.
You know how,
sometimes, you feel braver holding
something in your hand,
more for the look
and the feeling
than anything?
But it's safer
if you practice with
something more synthetic
as you toy
with the idea
of hauling-off eventually
and holding-up
your audience with
something that's authentic.
