We’ve gone “lock, stock and barrel” nuts,
like we’ve been hit upside the head with rifle butts.
We’ll arm the teachers and soon even preachers
as we rush headlong into being extinct creatures
killed off by all the assault rifles and guns
just when we were getting started with the fun
playing Roy Rogers and the Lone Ranger
but they’re dead and we’re a species endangered,
so if there’s not much time left on the clock,
just hand me that thirty-round clip and a nine-millimeter Glock.
I’ve got some time to kill
before I, too, wind up six-feet under on Boot Hill.