We’re runnin’ out of candles, the crosses do we mourn,
As drivin’ by the super market, hearts are so forlorn.
Cleanup on Aisle Seven, the blood and the gore,
How much more will it take to answer nevermore?
Make your list, your soaps, your meats and your bread,
Then make your final wishes, in case you end up dead.
Tell the NRA to screw their thoughts and prayers,
As they line their pockets, the Senate has no cares.
Yesterday we tried to vote, lines were long and slow,
It’s easier to buy an AR at the local show.
Your register your flivver and insure it to the hilt,
But if I track your AK, your rights will surely wilt.
You made it oh so easy for him to buy his gun,
So do you want to see the little children run?
Step around the body bag, shoppin’ is a drag,
Who the hell would ever sell him that high cap mag?
Better buy some candles, before they are all gone,
As someone else gets a gun at the local pawn.
LDT 24 Mar ‘21
Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies 