Not waking up to more gun deaths in America, that is the question.
Hour Weepin’ of Choice
Here we go agin
A scary weak in America
A legion of gun deaths
A nation flush
Trying
Too hard
To be number won
Abridge to awe being
Soully number two
Another fabricated steal
Which doesn’t kill itself
It’s just
Gas to open fire
Our automatic weepin’ of choice
A nation asking for preyers
Weather a lynch pin
Or mirror suicide
A country gone mad
And unremittingly frayed
The hole body politic
Will be pain
The grate accost
Of free dumb
