Guns, guns everywhere
and so much blood
as we sit and drink our beer.
Guns, guns everywhere
and we can’t let the NRA fear
and not stand up for our rights.
No, it’s a religious quest —
something for which fights
are for the brightest (sic) and best (sic).
So we won’t give in to the State’s
demand.
We’ll fight because we believe
it is our Great God’s plan.
We sit, night after night, staring
dumbly and numbly — Boobs
staring at the tubes
and watch guns blazing on shows
and even on the news.
What fun we have watching
NCIS East and West
blazing away and making
jokes that are the best.
A Person of Interest’s enemy
chokes
while his genius boss makes
pretty bad jokes,
and the Hawaii 5-0 beach bums
kid each other while
the enemy croaks.
We get our thrill
vicariously
and watch and watch
religiously.
We need those guns to blast
our enemies as
they might come through our doors
with no delay
and the false laws will never
stand in the way
of our Second Amendment rights
and never, ever take
our good God, God granted,
Godly guns away.
Those big mag rifles are our lovers;
We love to stroke the barrel
Or me and my brother’s name
ain’t Darrell and Darrell.
Glocks are our salvation.
Without them there
is no redemption,
So, don’t worry NRA,
they will never, ever
take our guns away.
They cannot take God
away.
They will never take God
away.
Charlton Heston, God rest his
soul, was wrong.
Do you understand?
They cannot pry God
From a cold, dead hand,
Not even when all
Our hands are cold and
dead.
God bless America, land
that we militia love.
Yes, I’m a Yankee Doodle
Ding Dong, A
Yankee Wobble head,
do and die.