Had It Ar-15
Had It
I have a ten foot hole in my floor
Sofa, carpet, hard wood, tile no more
My neighbors both own an AR-15
And I live in between
It might be their Second Amendment right,
But what happens to me when they fight
Into that hole and duck my head
Or surely I will end up dead
When 750 rounds a minute comes from each side
All I can do is lie in my hole and hide
My home is full of holes when they’re done
The politicians say it was just a couple Rednecks having fun
I’m fed up and have had my fill
For it’s with life, limb, or money that pays the bill
Not the White House or the NRA
But me, so Idiots with AR-15s can play
Second Amendment or not
Killing kids needs to stop
2/24/2018
Collaboration with Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
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