I tell him it's a numbers game
And complain for always
Doing the 'dirty work'
Ah, but you must remember
He replies, I'm a sniper
And you're a machine gunner
i get what you're saying...i think. do these men have names? just wondering.
Very elusive little poem, found myself projecting al sorts possible interpretations which for me made it a success thanks
I like the shooting metaphor. It has much bearing on love and womanhood. Cupid's arrow, etc. Most of us I think are snipers. Don't quite follow lines 2-3. If you must remember, etc., does it mean you are bringing him women? Anyhow...
if your only interested in quantity the machine gun approach is fine But for quality you must set your sights on a worthwhile target
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very taut and individualistic.