Oh My God, how can you shoot my mom?

I love my mom,

Don’t you?

What is the matter with you?

And you’re who?

And you go around shooting beings,

Have you nothing better to do,

You are for a better term, a murderer,

You were starving, yes I believe you,

Look how big I am,

And I eat only grass,

And you were feeding the poor?

Why not slice a piece of yourself,

Or sell the gun, or ammunition,

Or cut somebody’s dick off, or maybe a few thousand,

Your own maybe,

Oh it’s not that, you want to be a hero,

Shooting defenceless creatures,

From a mile away,

Hanging them on what?

That hunting Jacket alone would feed a few,

And then the money to get here,

And the equipment,

And the time,

But in my eyes you are a murderer,

Allowed by law,

I know, did you pay the Senator, or,

Maybe the legislator to write it,

Oh, to many constituents who don’t care?

You don’t’ say,

Name me a few,

They are wearing what?

Anyway, I tell you if I had a gun,

I would shoot back,

Just to defend myself,

This is my land too,©19/03/2017