The good guys with guns are protecting my homeland;
The good guys with guns keep me safe
The good guys with guns have the media charmed
While the doves and the liberals chafe
The good guys with guns say they have all the answers—
For safety, for strength, they’re the ones
The good guys with guns are our saviors, except…
I’m afraid of the good guys with guns. [Read more…]
It’s tragedy, I won’t deny,
And everybody wonders “why?”
(They always do, when people die)
And argue… or discuss
The amateur forensics start;
His motives, actions, picked apart:
The hope is held, with all one’s heart
He isn’t “one of us” [Read more…]
It was too much effort
Too much strain
Too much struggle
Too much pain
She had her many
Reasons why
She’d had enough;
She’d rather die. [Read more…]
He’s an isolated lunatic,
A sorry, troubled soul;
Just a mild-mannered, quiet sort
Who simply lost control [Read more…]
My robot dog, ten years ago,
Could do amazing things;
She’d bounce around the house, you know,
As if her legs had springs.
She’d hide behind a kitchen chair
(She’d learned this little quirk)
Then bound out, leaping from her lair
When I returned from work. [Read more…]
Where are the mutants? The losers? The freaks?
Intermediate forms, half-completed?
“Selected against”, as biology speaks,
The ones whom the “fit” ones defeated? [Read more…]
You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.
Al Capone
The truth is, it isn’t just pencils.
The truth is, it isn’t just pens.
The truth is, it isn’t just pictures and words,
As we look through the media’s lens. [Read more…]
Mom was far from irresponsible!
Her purse was well designed,
With a pocket for a handgun,
So they said. [Read more…]
It’s Christmas in the city; they’re about to light the tree
It’s a magical occasion, just as far as we can see;
All the networks have their angles—it’s as festive as can be—
New York City in December, oh, such pride!
Folks are marching, folks are chanting, folks are caught up in the day
But the tree is not the focus—no, as near as I can say,
It’s not ornaments, but prejudice, that’s clearly on display
Damn, I miss the war on Christmas—no one died. [Read more…]
There are funeral rites
Seen in different lights
As we vary by time and by culture
Though the details may change
It should never seem strange
That death is a feast for a vulture
The original bird
As you doubtless have heard
Is a beautiful, dignified creature
But today, you will find
A more sinister kind—
One who preys on the living… a preacher [Read more…]