I Copped A Twenty-Two In A Brown Paper Bag

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I copped a twenty-two in a brown paper bag,

I'll stun you with a flash bang and hit you with a frag.

Does it sound like a gag? Sad, but I'm the characterization

Of the terrorists and anarchists whom you fail to analyze their personifications

In their deluded perception, this was an act of heroism

Yet to many, it's the paragon of treachery

Agreed, no naive being should bleed.

It's holiday season, kids wet behind the ears

Febrile for Dasher, Prancer and Blitzen

Instead, ammunition is blitzing and spritzing.

Entertaining our fears.

Semi-automatic pistols and assault rifles

Trifle and frighten patrons in queue.

In lieu of Teriyaki for an entree at the zeppelin.

Biting bullets for breakfast, Catch a hot one during brunch!

Fed lead instead of sipping lipids at liquid lunch.

They suffer at supper taking cover from the howitzers' thunder

Whilst they be dipping bread in raspberry Smucker's.

Pedestrians scatter trembling, it's like ducks in a shooting gallery

For John Q Mickey O'Mallery. The culprit is not a bank robber or bandit,

A premeditated slaughter, these bastards planned it!

Amateurs with sinister amusements

To pluck and pick off consumers

The same crop who rather magazines go pop

Not corn kernels in an oven, conjouring dozens to spray em and drop

As they vacate the premises in formation of a bottle top.

Couples and families excited to catch the new flick,

The theater, the stage of the next gruesome trick.

These are the festivities of the violent mentally ill

With permissable access to an arsenal, still.

The 38 special is on sale with out a coupon,

The second amendment credit the debits

Now all they need is Grey Poupon,

When they mustard gas, innocent folks at the supermarket with their shopping carts at the cash register.

In murder ones they deck out and express the check out of victims with advanced firearms, that's how they administer.

Call your associations to arms about the generally innocuous and calm

Public; who never resort to utilizing revolvers for harm,

But what of those impetuous punks whose lunacy is their qualm?

Come on! In Canada

They got double the biscuits but a 1 1/0th of the jams,

Less crackers in mischief with kilos and grams.

Copyright 2013, Keith Fuchs all rights reserved.

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