Always Loaded Poem by Michael Gale

Always loaded, is this gun...
Full of bullets for some fun.

Can I shoot, awhile, on the run? ...
Can this accomplishment be carried
out, beneath the ever glowing, Sun?

Always loaded with Wine or Beer...
True to Thine own heart, truest-Dear?

Always loaded like a balloon of the hottest air? ....
Look as I stare into the image, in the scariest, old as
oldest mirror!

Always loaded as like a gun....
Always trying to have the most mos-test, of fun!

Always eating and loaded most...
To This fattest of the fattest of ghosts'.