15 Guns
15 guns,
And what do you get?
Not much older,
And always in debt.
No sainthood with Peter,
That won't do!
And I forgot to tie,
My other shoe!
I woke up one morning,
A bout half past nine.
No change for coffee,
Didn't have a dime!
Peter if you're a saint,
Why don't you know?
Those 15 guns,
Can't put on a show!
15 guns,
And what do you get?
I owe my soul,
To the gun owners show!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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