Poem, Second Amendment, Gun Control NRA

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If your life is a mess

And your congressman don't please

Just form a militia--

For the Second Amendment remedy.

If you're down on your luck

And your doggies's got fleas

Then get out your gun,

That Second Amendment remedy.

Pick up your best friend

And your thirty round clip

And come to the demonstration

With fifty rounds on your hip.

You come from the land

Of the brave

And the free--

Come one and all

With your gun strapped to your knee.

If you don't get your way

It's easy to see

What you need is simple

That Second Amendment remedy.

These are troubled times

Everyone agrees

There's no time for debate,

The gun's the remedy.

Thank G-d and country

For the good old N.R.A.

Call Paul Revere

And get out of the way.

If you're fed-up,

And no good at reason,

Meet your congressman--

It's always open season

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Authors Bio:
Masters degree in social work. Activist 40 years worth. Favorite quote, "we had to destroy the city to save it" hobbies taxidermy,music,saving souls and respirating