In My Locker Poem by Jason Mauck

In my locker there is a gun,
In the dark seen by none,
I never thought I would have the will,
To bring something that could kill,
But when they hurt me everyday,
I thought about how to pay them back.
All the harm that they have done,
I thought was worthy of a gun.
To my locker i go, pull it out,
I run around, I scream and shout.
Firing into the air,
I find there is nothing there.
Damn, I forgot to load the gun,
I run away, I am done.
I will come back another day,
Till then they best stay away.