A young mech tried to rob me
He had a trigger that released EMP
“You know, that’ll shut you off too.”
The kid looked at me then the trigger
Then back at me his trigger hand shaking
He didn’t know the pulse shot one way
It wouldn’t hurt him he didn’t read the manual
He ran out the door taking a bag of wires
His friends probably dared him
I logged the loss and finished reading my magazine
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 