old gun

it was an old gun back then
but this is not something where you can take any chances

i gotta figure a way to get that gun out of the house
but i may be paranoid

it's too much to figure out
i don't think i'd worry about that

you know what people have said

i wanted to make a police report
and five minutes later
they had an officer at my parents house
they went in to talk to my father
and this woman

i hate to scare the shit out of this woman
but i understand there's been some money
maybe she's gone through his papers
what i'm scared of is if she tries to steel stuff
out of my father's house

This is an aleatoric poem written based on overheard
phrases at Starbucks.