This is the Midwest

You cannot exist unless you have a gun This is the Midwest You might want to kill a deer Or an enemy Or an enemy’s kin Or an annoying grouse Get your gun Let’s practice shooting We can shoot out windows Or doors Or people’s cars This is the Midwest, we will be forgiven Everyone has a gun We all wanted to be sheriffs back in the day No one will worry or call us thugs We will be “good old boys” Petted and loved, Admired for our viciousness There is a squirrel Kill that.