Sunday, March 24, 2019

a gun rally inspired my poem pen

Hammers that see every problem as a nail, pushbutton bravory amerikkka fail,
Waiting for Obamas to take away your gun, right wing radio manipulating everyone,
Stuck in the truck, all you hear, talking heads selling fear,
So much posturing, lies and apprehension,
Too many folks need a penis extension,

People get enraged over anyone who is different,
They read their bibles but never knew what it meant,
Guns represent fear and never look powerful,
Scared people desire the most rounds allowable,

Gun and pill lobbies are the worst,
They put the good of the sharholders first,
They don't hear the killing and maiming
Or the ethnic and sectarian violence flaming,

Worst president ever, NRA picked him,
People love anyone who tells them they're victims,
Most Americans want strong gun regulation,
Cavemen are embarrassing our once great nation,


Can't climb a fence, obsessed with home defense,
Mad at the world because it makes no sense,
Awful priories society fractured
but not in China where those guns are manufactured,

This is the big one, Someone's breaking in,
We waited so long for the fun to begin,
Can't wait to shoot, I hope they don't run,
bambambam
We just killed our son.

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Sorry I forgot your birthday song.