Shoot the rubber band, launching it off your chipped nail polish clad fingers,
Nailing the guy that pulled your pig tails last week,
Right in his GINORMOUS monkey ears

Shoot the wedding because it’s your first professional gig
and it’s your job to immortalize a moment in time

Shoot the wad of paper into the trash bin
Like you’re #23
There is 3 seconds on the clock
And the crowd is calling your name

Shoot the gun to protect your country

But the rubber band did not launch itself into ear wax land
The camera did not capture a memory by itself
The paper basketball did not win the playoffs on its own
And it’s not the gun that kills people
Only people can shoot.