Shoot em Up
Fourth-graders!
Here’s the kind of earworm kind of thing that runs through my mind while I’m weeding our garden: Climb every mountain . . . cross every sea . . . Crossing c’s is good because it makes sense …
That’s me, fooling around with words.
So fuck me.
While I am diddly around, Schoolkids are being masscred by other schoolkids armed with guns. Horrible. Unspeakable. And there is one thing that needs to be done:
Ban semi-automatic weapons. Pass a law. Round them up. Melt them down. Tell people who complain to tell it to the murdered kids.
Semi-automatic gun owner: I needed it to protect myself from the government.
Murdered kid: Oh, okay, then, you vicious contributor to the mindless murder of me and many, many other schoolkids. Why didn’t it protect us?
And yet another Limerick About You Know …
I need it for, basically, fun —
Shooting my unfettered gun.
And also in case
Someone’s up in my face
And I can go dun-dun-dun-dun.
earthworms = children in the mud
schoolchildren + AR 15s = 3,500 children and teens (ages 0 to 19) shot and killed;
15,000 are shot and wounded = an average of 52 American children and teens every day.
So, Fuck the USA, the country that made this nightmare come true.
Yep. I used to have a more empathetic (to those poor, villainized gun-lovers) solution: let them keep those suckers in gun clubs. Now I think, fuck it. Round them up, melt them down, and use the pool of molten steel to make gas grills.