buried beneath the rubble of political rhetoric children dying in the cancerous womb of ambition and greed let the record show as the children cried out for help and their bodies were ripped apart by assault weapons only self-serving words were heard from washington’s marble halls let the record show those who have sworn to serve the nation’s people selflessly no longer wear the nation’s flag upon their lapel but weapons used to kill our children proclaiming the nation is second to their quest for power let the record show their desire for power is so strong they are willing to devour the entrails of children born and unborn let the record show
the brown bag prophet was holding up a sign that read fear not nra given there are alternative meanings i asked him do you mean we should not fear the nra or that the nra should not fear the latter the prophet said because they’ll lose their bump stocks but keep their m16’s so we’ll all have to continue to fear them and the murders they co-sponsor
aunt bea said there are times when kind words need to be replaced with a swift smack across the head any fool who thinks guns do not kill should be forced to go into battle with a fully loaded carrot and maybe a sidearm of relish
the brown bag prophet was sitting on a bench in congress park next to a statue of astraea and had a smug smile on his face as he read how us congressmen had put their own job security ahead of their sworn duty he cackled and said and they call me a panhandler
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