Duped Sons of the Gun
Rile up the rifling rowdies
at the Red River rawhide rally
A new Mustang Sally came rip-roaring muscling in
from the lower Staten Island end of Stalingrad
Treachery forged American made profit wad
Wearing a commie armband,
purporting to be party repping
concerned Russian citizens
Whose sickle and hammer banner
is the sacred “Right to Bear Arms”
This appears to be quite duplicitous foul,
but no Second Amendment harm
Nary a single peep tweet harangue itch heard,
no tick-ticking trump false alarm
Not one cricket sound of a silent chirped word
Rhetorical rebuttals are on a verbal snooze,
POTUS is on a Love Boat pirate smooze
Using Alexandrian charm
and Torshin money laundered ant mandibles,
oligarches buy a Republican bite-size piece
of the NRA capitalist farm
Those loopy lobby duped sons of guns
will sell the hangman’s rigor mortis rope
that they’ll soon be swinging from
Such a sad, illegal traffic plight —
Serve them ultra-nationals right
to be privately tricked in plain sight
Let a little Soviet savvy spit salve
gleam the brandishing barrels bright
Invitation extended to the “good old boys” club
Purchase credit secret blended ...
trigger shout
some Badlands ruble noise with a lead nose snub
Rowdy Ruskies in the midst
of an all-American association rifle rally
Such a strange, strange sight:
Those duped sons of the gun
butt kissing their Politburo Putin pal-lies
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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