Son Of A Gun Poems - Poems about Son Of A Gun

If you were born a son of a gun Life for you would not be fun Because you'll never know your Dad Or who was he if you had? He could have been anyone. You poor bastard Son of a Gun!...

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When I let one loose in the elevator I felt like a fart battling, a mitigator he said, "you couldn't hold it until later?" I said, "it just ran away, what a traitor!" when I got to my desk, I fanned it out while all the workers changed their rout ...

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Do not blame the bearer of the bad news – A gun doesn’t kill by itself or a knife, Nor a video game or hostile views; An evil act is but wrought by a mind’s strife. You may foster a sapling or stunt its growth and see it’ll be a vine or an oak tree; like the mind of a child...

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Apt 4 Black Door Next Door neighbors moved out Week before last Citing strange noises Rotten stench and an unruly pet And the fact they had never seen , spoken nor met Human nature is to speculate But why waste the energy and time No foul, No crime Until the door is kicked in And the body's are found Lying face down As the children...

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There once was a brave son of a gun Who would pull his own trigger for fun He saw a school shooter Whom he shot and neutered -- That brave son's gun sure got the job done!...

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I’ve never been to war or claimed the old kings shilling. Though born and bred to Army life I knew the need for killing. The civi’ kids thought those like me, were gypsies in their town, but quickly found how hard it was to try to knock us down. The discipline we had at home meant nothing could compare, we learn to duck and dive...

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Son Of A Gun My Great Great Grandpa was a musket only one son he would want. My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun he used to love to hunt. He too would only want one son and that's just what he got. My Great Grandma named him rifle he was a single shot. Married with one son himself Grandpa wouldn't take no static. His son...

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I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel An inferno like a messenger of death from hell Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed In my clear trajectory I target any would be shot stopper I spit fatality and finality, I am the showstopper There lies power in the...

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Even Honest Abe Lincoln admitted himself that he wasn't all that pretty, But you'll be hard-pressed to find a president who was more witty! During debates, Stephen Douglas called him a two-faced son-of-a-gun. Lincoln replied, "If I had another face,...

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Son of a gun Wake up this morning Just laying there in bed The sun came thru the window Pulls the sheet over my head Don’t have a job again The factory close the doors We all lose our wages since George bush start those stupid wars Now he is in Texas A triple billionaire And my bills are piling up But what the...

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