When I see people walking the streets with automatic weapons strapped to their backs, I wonder,"is this really what our forefathers had in mind?"
Our country is a shooting gallery Ten cents will buy ten shots at infamy Just shoot a cop, you'll be on Fox Skin color now is really hot So far five out of ten's the best we've seen Mass shootings now are really all the rage Like hunting birds locked up inside a cage High schools are cool, theaters rule Or you can kill a nightclub full Your face will make the newspaper's front page So hurry and go buy yourself a gun They sell them on the street corner for fun Don't take no static, get an automatic Pretend to be a religious fanatic You'll have to kill a bunch to be number one an original poem by Daniel Turner
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