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Friday, July 8, 2016

Open-Carried ... with Children.



Capped in America
                                                               


                                                                    Sweet William's.

When I get murdered, losing my face, 
At a firing range, 
Will you still be firing guns as fun and play?
Still belong to the NRA?

If I'd been killed by some enemy
Wouldn't you lock the door?
Once you conceived me, now you bereave me, 
When you're sixty-four.

You'll be older too, 
And if it weren't absurd, 
I could pray for you. 

I could be handy, singing the blues 
But you've fired your gun. 
I've been hit and it's because you fired wide 
Now encoffined, off for a ride, 
Firing a semi, teachin' my boys, 
Who could ask for more?

Once you conceived me, now you bereave me, 
When you're sixty-four.

Oh what a dummy is Papa Brumby  
Never was too bright, if it's not too clear 
He aimed to inspire 
His Children's "Gun Safety",
Ready, Aim, Fire 

Send a postmortem, drop me from view 
with your .22 
Indicate precisely where you mean to spray 
Yours sincerely, blasted away 

Giving no answer, face full of lead 
Dead for evermore 
Once you conceived me, now you bereave me, 
When you're sixty-four.

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