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Guns guns everywhere Get ‘em here, get ‘em there. Over at the corner five and dime Pick up another ‘cuz it ain’t no crime To have ten thousand guns if I’d like My constitutional and religious right. My guns make me feel like I’m a big man Just try and take it if you think you can. I’ll blast you away with one single bullet You’ll die right there and won’t even know it. Cuz I’m a brave man who carries a gun Scared of my shadow and most everyone. Panicked the world is out to get me But sure my arsenal is gonna protect me From all of those crazies who want my life But instead most likely I’ll shoot my wife When she pisses me off and walks out the door She won’t get far when I aim my .44. But I realize the “crazies” who are out to get me Turn out to be me…oh the irony. But it’s too late as I bury my wife. And go to prison for the rest of my life. Thank god for my guns ‘cuz they kept me safe But they’ll do me no good locked up in this place.
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
May 2020
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