I Pawned..Dadies...Gun Poem by James McLain

i am desperate, who do i turn to.She cares but is
powerless to help me.
Hipless key still fits, is this lock, so stiff, it carries all
over running oils.What was saved from whom, for what?
Skirt's holster, stiff after fingers useless tugs, are now
abandoned, for a better known highway.
Daddies gun wears no scratch, blemish free dark full
metal chested, i shudder at the hole, the eye of horizon
blankets all the world, is cracked deeply my crust.
Addicted power unharmed spent returned packed
preloaded, i turn it over to be rammed home, sucklers
crib of glass shelves all see into, held so lovingly by
it's pawned new owner....fat, bald, missing all her teeth..