Guns, The Other White Meat
Don’t take my gun
I might need it to kill
Myself tomorrow
I might need it to
Shoot my neighbor
I might need it to
Feel braver
There’s no telling
What that gun
Can do for my freedom
It’s best if I keep
It with the
Keys to my car
I might need it
When it won’t start
That gun will help me
With my gang war
It will help me
Fight a purse snatcher
It will help me
Salute the liberty statue
It might even get me
A medal of valor
I need that gun
To shoot a deer
To make people
Do things out of fear
To make me feel
The illusion of freedom
To make people listen
To my points and see them
From my stand of righteousness
It’s best if you leave my gun
Where it lands
I might need it
To protect my
Cold dead hands
My mom will need one
When they bury my body
The priest will need one
When reading the sermon
God will have one
When I reach the gates
I need my gun
To bless these United States.