Day 14: Guns Galore
Come on down to Guns Galore
Your friendly neighborhood firearms store!
We’ve got rifles! Handguns too!
Will semi-automatic do?
We’ve got bullets! We’ve got shells!
We’ll save you from the ne’er-do-wells!
Don’t like a face? Don’t even worry!
We’ll get you armed up in a hurry!
You’ll never lose a wink no more,
Just come on down to Guns Galore!
We promise not to check or pry
Asking who you wish would die
We’re only selling safety here
We want you to live free from fear!
You, and everyone you know
(How else will our franchise grow?)
Put a gun in every hand
And see peace spread throughout the land!
Only love and nothing more,
That’s the goal of Guns Galore!
Got a screw loose in your head?
It’s not our fault who winds up dead.
It’s not our job to check who buys.
It’s not our mess when someone dies.
But do you want to take a guess
As to what could fix this little mess?
That’s right! Just buy a few guns more
Best come on back to Guns Galore!
As someone who shoots, I find the constant inability of my country to check its own behavior abhorrent. I don’t understand why we can’t regulate, why we treat asking simple questions and keeping track of who is buying firearms like those are the crimes. I’m tired of seeing the News trot out weeping mothers and then move on.
The cynic in me understands perfectly. Guns are primarily a cash in hand business. Why mess with capitalism?
I usually try to avoid political poetry – it gets super preachy and full of itself. That’s why mine rhymes – it takes out some of the pomp 😉