One for the sky in celebration of such power industry stole.
The second to knock the teeth right through the exit hole.
Fill a clip fantasizing about emptying on your worst enemy,
Fear stinks all through the magazine.
The third through your own teenage sons heart obscene,
for lead by example and the flying metal is boss.
The bullet itself doesn´t really cost.
The damage it does fills morgues and bad dreams.
The fourth for the few honest politicians
who´d convince you of the danger
and not the need for potential civil war.
Your gunclubs and obsession with ammunition
will never settle the score.
The fifth for your expectant wife,
tools or toys -
cowboys will be cowboys no matter the strife.
Six for on through your father´s head like
popping your pops pimple,
no more fatherly speeches it´s point blank simple.
The seventh is destined to pierce your mother´s aorta!
Stay off the ef´en firing range mom I thought I warned you.
So load them up satan´s milkshake,
your illusion takes on the world
Until you reach hell. Your freedom´s at stake!
HAIKU
A stray bullet flies,
An innocent person dies-
each day of the week.
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