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active shooter

in our

besieged republic

 

snipers are

popping up

everywhere

 

taking ***

shots

 

ending lives

with a well placed

head shot

 

active shooters

star in

world premier

events

 

jokers

rise like

dark knights

casting large

looming shadows

on real 3D cinemax

multiplexed screens

 

sprinkling overpriced

buckets of popcorn

with generous

dollops of blood

 

others

head back to

school

still ******

about missing

recess and

excessive

sentences

to detention

halls where

bullies tortured

scrawny inmates

with wedgies

and painful

***** twisters

 

they’ve

come back

to even the score

 

leaving

bullet hole

pockmarks on

Sharpie smudged  

smart boards

declaring endless

summer vacations

for classrooms

of children

who don’t

give wedgies

and only dream

of soft *****

 

these

urban guerillas

are now working

to liberate airports

from the tyranny

of TSA agents

fulfilling

PATRIOT ACT

duties for

10 bucks

an hour

 

and

last night

the latest

active shooter

showed up at

the Garden

State Plaza,

-my hometown

mall of america-

mumbling about his

Grand Theft Auto

score, strung out

and crashing

from an unfilled

pharma addiction

script

 

he grew

up as a

Highwayman

in Teaneck

 

a former

classmate

working

at Nordstroms

said he was

a really good kid

 

he was,

one of the good ones,

he could have shot

some people

but the only

person he

shot in the head

was himself

legions of

police officers

surrounding the mall

stood down

grateful for overtime

milling about

in the flashing

red strobes

inhaling the heady

blue fumes

rising to commend

Bergen County

Blue Laws and

next Sunday’s

time and a half

active shooter

training day

 

Jimi Hendrix:

Machine Gun

 

Oakland

11/5/13

jbm

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