I am alive by luck at this point.
I wonder if the gun that will eventually take me has been made.
Whose trigger will bury me.
How many bullets, like a flock of sparrows, will come carry my life to its final bed.
Today, I am alive but there is no law to thank.
If not me, then someone else.
Born into a game of chance we never asked for. Traded diplomas for obituaries. Traded graduation speeches for eulogies. Traded futures for an early grave. Forced to cash in their chips. We don’t want to play anymore.
And this too is eulogy. And this too is prayer. And this too can resurrect the coffin wood back to a tree. Can sing back alive whatever parts of you died with them. Whatever leapt in your throat at yet another headline.
Mourning until you, too, are a thing to mourn.
But we will no longer be martyrs.
We are the rude awakening to politicians who pawned out our safety, who bartered our lives for bribes.
You say “gun reform is not the answer” but all I can see is a bullet rattling like a pinball in an innocent student’s jaw.
You smell like gun smoke and
I can see the AR15 you're holding behind your back and
I guess it's easy to crack jokes about dodging bullets when you're the one firing them.
Give teachers books not bullets:
Kafka isn’t kevlar.
Bronte isn’t bulletproof.
And how sick is it that we must add school shootings to your list of proud american traditions.
Throwing opinions like punches.
How many more have to die before you decide your ego isn’t as important as you think it is?
And I, too, am buried alive
My soggy grave parting its greedy lips.
To you, my bones, when ground into gunpowder and mixed into water, taste like champagne.
My pulse, as thin as an obituary panting beneath sweaty palms, and sure
We are “just kids,”
But you are forgetting we are the next generation
And you autopsy your fists.
Call it reclamatory.
Lately, when asked “how are you?” I respond with a name no longer living.
And who knows if mine will be next

It was an AR15 that the kid used.
A gun that, in this free world, men can indulge and abuse.
A boy who saw him load his gun,
the gunman saw and simply said run,
A word that made the child flee for his life,
just before waves of bullets came upon the school,
The kid looked on and asked himself
why is life so cruel.

How many more people have to die,
before its ****** metal, not tears, that your children cry.
This free world, rife with argument by silly politicians
Men that make decisions, without experience of the repercussions.
This gunman was not a delinquent, he was a child.
Born of your failed systems, born of your sick traditions.
A boy who without second thought, took up his assault rifle
and headed into war with the children that learned ambition with him,
emotion and sudden movement that made them all feel just that little bit stifled.

This free world is one with a core of rights,
A doubled edged dagger,
a topic of discussion that makes the average fat man want to fight.
‘Over my cold dead body’ he said.
LET ME HAVE MY GUN
Because whilst others use it for fun,
the protection I have outweighs the fact
that when a 19 year old comes to school,
all the other kids have to run.

It’s ridiculous, heck its thoroughly imbecilic,
How children have to be careful of the education system,
not because of a
nationwide test
but a,
nationwide threat
of grown men,
looking to prove their ego,
men that can’t go against the party line
that fail to realise that life is more important
than the next donation
than the dollar sign.

You want protection? That’s completely fine.
Just don’t use the bodies of your children
as meat shields and pretend everything’s fine.
Don’t say you’ll do something as if something will change
because nothing will change unless it does.
This free world is not filled with love but truly its filled with hate,
A bloodlust so dense, even children’s blood cannot sate it’s thirst.
Until it's more than just a child hurt, but a country with a bullet wound
Caused by people, who love guns so much but blame it on the loons.
Your pain, I cannot prove.

Lord,                it is not in school where the exposed legs
of the daughters
are shown; something I & the wealth of the bridge share;              This is a
prophetic dream of an AR15 even as it falls to the ground;
smelling the teen's genital area, Teacher wearing
Readers & Six Machines in **** lingerie; The Alchemist's
married life is this kind of a picture
of her drawers;      The standards of shareholders looking on the mountain;
Temperamental eyes are on the new
Christ in Bethlehem when 1 a robot
sitting in bed or unknown; writing a tree,                        so literary to meet
you in ur soiled Garden      trousers, Science,
Park Magic wins the toes of mom who loves
to talk language;                                  Bread X.
Not in school, where
were unloaded two daughters at the feet of the
also shown; I think, This means that the bridge
also dreams of low AR-15 fire
the smell of the earth's DOLE,
Six reader machines wearing...
At least it's **** lingerie                        & married life is a kind of picture
of drawers in the standard cut so
shareholders can see the mountain's
Temperamental eyes on the new
When a robot Christ in Bethlehem 1
is sitting on the bed or unknown;
He writing a literary meeting tree in
Garden hats,                          Science
Park Magic wins mom loved toes
speaking in tongues,     10: Bread

It is not in school, where he unloaded &
the girls fell to the feet also shown;
1 think it is down 1 Dream Bridger Pass;       The smell of the Earth's AR15; Sorry six         readers & machines,                          &c. or at least a little bit
like wearing **** lingerie in conjugal life;
                     the image of a kind of banner
  the shareholders can see over the drawers
  mountain's                         temporal lights
a robot,                                                     where Christ sits on the love buried
In the hard snooch of a young woman
on the couch;                                                           ­         He writes to himself
& comes out against a piece of wood;
Now that science is gardening in a straw hat
in the Park, Magic wins the toes, my mom's
love speaking in tongues,              10: Bread

It is not in the classroom, where he unloaded the rifle
& he will divide them, & actually at his feet, there is no [               ],
it has been shown;                 1 think 1 is a dream bridge,
But what is the smell of AR-15 fire but that
of the Earth;       Unfortunately for those six lonely
readers & the ice machines;              at least
a little bit; And to those members wearing lingerie,
married & resuming standard drawers
in the image of the shareholders,
1 second on the Hill; the lights of a temperamental
where Christ sits on the robot love buried;
It is difficult for a young woman;      In her snooch
in New Bedford      he writes in his novel
It literally that came out of the tree's horticulture
Science Park Magic within a straw hat;
My mom fingers her snooch;           That loves to
speak in tongues,               10: Bread


It is not the classroom which causes them to inherit
& as he unloaded the Aaron lifted up,  & at the feet
of his own accord that it does not have to be shown;
11 bridges think it is a dream;         But why, except
that the smell of an AR15 is of the Earth;   unfortunately
Ice machines & only six readers;    He said while indeed
members were wearing lingerie & standard drawers
standing in the circle marrying their images to those
of the shareholders; 1, according to the Hill,      lights out,
temperamental of the Christ,         in the love of the robot
sits by the buried computer;        It is difficult for a young
woman; In her snooch,             I know that Bedford writes
that he has come under the sway of Rome,         Literally;
& that it came to pass,      & that from the fruit of the tree
of gardening;     The knowledge of the Magic Park,
w/in the straw hat;                My mom plunges her fingers
into the woman's snooch of love,  the Greek speech
                                                    Express: 10: Bread

In the lightest                                  sense of trying on socks
in vain,         I am not to tell you just to move to the corner,
          being Chinese & Christian,  
leading to the computer                                             Witch from Paradise;      
Mark rocks oppressed,
slept & breathed, having    human *** w / her
From before me is,    for a memorial out of the
darkness                             into the light of day,
he seemed to come to the knowledge
to be able to sweat it; In the first calling,
when Frenchmen by virtue of their origin
in the knowledge; it took him patience to believe
in one of the statues, approaching the prostitutes,
leaders to the way of his judgment,          & again;
Her Glory pillars depending on fish caught
by a teenager;       And in life; There is one
It is not                                 in the classroom
raising his arms & legs
The reason for,                    by the means of them
that he & he alone
                                  unloaded of his own accord,
& of their own there is that which is the shown
& there is no is no;             & 12 bridges & walls;
in this way, after the dream,
          to think, if the AR15
        fragrant down to earth
Unfortunately    the only mention of the divine
command over machines & *** readers;
The flag just as wearing lingerie drawers,
then turning to the married members
   of the sacred images;   Going to shareholders:
1 According to the Hill,    In the light of Christ,
in love with the temperamental artist;
Sittng buried beside a robot;          it is difficult
The snooch young woman who know
When he is writing a new Bedford:
under the Romans,        literally; trees & plants
the Park's degree in science with a straw
hat;        Women's mom Greek fingered snooch;
The language Express,         10 & bread & heat;
&      then, see you soon,     fertilizing the *****
of many flowing                         layers
flowing, flowing     to the       meeting;
that is intolerable;
Western waters running won
dying
                                      I,  the letter to the top
                             in a general way from what,
ashes
  While the destiny is bound to do to the queen
of;                         This is the true mean ... hey!
                         The queen began to go looking
for great flies,               but not to the person of
which is                                             A practice
                                      seen in the rolling hills,
on old Maps of Asia for whom
medicines are not sold openly at the bar
until it reaches the middle of the night;          That is the point of her a spirit
                         In the lightest sense of trying on socks
in vain 1 am not to tell u just to move to the corner;
being Chinese Christian,      leading to ur computer
witches from Paradise;                                Mark rocking the oppressed look,
sleeping & breathing,                                   having six human babies w / her
From before me is,                                                   for a memorial out of the
darkness into the light of day;
he seemed to come to the knowledge
to be able to sweat it;
In the first calling;                       when Frenchmen, by virtue of their origin
in the knowledge;                                                       ­    it took him patience
to believe in one of the statues,
             approaching the prostitutes' leader
to the way of his judgment,                                            & again;
Her glory pillars depending on fish caught
by a teenager;                    & in life;      
There is one;       It is not in the classroom
raising his arms and legs
The reason for,                 & by means of them
that he and he alone unloaded
of his own accord;                         of their own
there is that which is shown;                & there
is no is no;
                                           12 bridges & walls;
In this way, after the dream, to think,
if the AR's               fragrance is down to earth
Unfortunately, the only mention of the Divine
command over six machine readers;
  The flags wearing lingerie drawers,
then turned to the married members
          of the sacred image;    
                                     Going to shareholders;
1 According to the Hill, in the light of Christ,
In love w/ the temperamental artist;
i buried beside a robot;               it is difficult
The young woman who knows snooch
When he is writing a New Bedford novel;
under the Romans, literarilly; Trees & Plants
the Park's degree in science with a straw
hat;   Women's mom Greek fingered snooch;
The language Express,   10 & Bread & heat;
And then, see you soon, fertilizing the *****
of many layers of flowing, flowing, flowing
to the meeting; that is tolerable;
Western waters running won
dying                   1,         the letter to the top
&      in a general way from what,
ashes, while the destiny is bound
to give it to the Queen;  This is the true mean ... hey!
The queen began to go looking for great flies,
but not to the person of which;
                 A practice which is
  shown in to the rolling hills on old maps
of Asia              for whom medicines are not |
    offered at the open the bar
                       until it reaches  
the Middle of the night;    That is the point of
her a spirit
         of dizziness;                 of dizziness;

Sit me down at the bar
I'll take a Jacks on the Rocks
I need it strong
Stronger than you've ever made it
So make it a tall glass
I'll be here for a while

Hey bartender pour me another
Let me tell you why I'm here
I walked out of a church
I was suppose to get married today
She's a beautiful women
Smart, ****, Sensitive
Couldn't ask for a better woman
I walked out because I'm not marriage material
I wasn't meant to be a husband
Not to someone as incredible as her
She deserves a man
Aiming, truly willing to be by her side
Through the thick and sick days
I'm leaving to go to war
For a country that turns their back
On the men and women sacrificing
The things and people they love

Hey bartender
I'm going to need another
This buzz isn't strong enough
***** it put a little Jose Cuervo
He'll spice this buzz up

See bartender I may be a stupid man
But I know what's worth fighting for
She is worth every bomb exploding
Every soul my AR15 takes
I'll be the grim reaper in any country
As long as I know she is truly safe
I guess I should attend my wedding
The same way I'll attend my brothers funeral
Filled with sorrow and love
Another son is going to war
With a bottle and for a woman
A son that might never come home
The way she wants me too

Mass shootings of morality
Guns make the man
Massacre happily
Ignorance leading the blind
Another casualty
Johnny has issues
He’s got an AR15
Arm everyone!
(EUREKA!!!)
Because more guns are just what we need!!!!!
Who gives a **** about Johnny and his mental instability
He’s got a gun!
It’s semi-automatic
That’s all he’ll ever need
Semi-automatic
Everyone will bleed
A few hundred rounds
He kills responsibly
A few hundred rounds
Watch as the children bleed
Just another day in America
How many more guns do we need?

A mother’s prayer begins the day the negative turns into a plus,
Every prayer a mother releases into the universe is no longer for herself,
but for the seedlings that will one day sprout into her garden,
A mother that prays , prays for love, protection, and good health,
Coming from where I'm from,
We have to pray a little more and a whole lot harder,
I pray these people give my babies a chance,
Spare them from the ak47 and ar15 that they love so much,
Spare them from negative connotations,
Spare them from being another statistic,
Spare them from the hate,
Spare them from the fear,
Let them wake up in the morning to a new day,
Let them shine like the sun in the sky,
Let them live like their is no tomorrow,
Allow them to laugh so deeply that it hurts ,
Allow them to be your source of light,
Allow them to inspire and change the world,
Protect their big lips, unruly hair, and chocolate skin,
Protect their innocence,
Protect them from the hidden devils that have been placed on this earth,
Protect them every second, every minute, every hour
Give them strength to overcome,
Give them understanding to the circumstances they have been born into,
Give them knowledge to distinguish the real,
I can not protect my children,
I can not stop the plan,
I can not write a life of love and happiness for them,
So I ask the people of this world to not put any more pressure upon there already ridden backs,
For I am a mother who prays.

pastor in the glass
and the fro - curly
like Qausimodo.


jumping up with the witchcraft and the girraffe;
no Greasers here
but the fleas
of the patron
persuasion


who done it?  
who done. it

like an AR15 on a freeway unloaded on the
gypsy
crocodile

loading my head up with lead
I've been dead

I killed the cat

I hung up my mat

I'm like dreaming excursion.

2 is 2 many but 1 is never enough

especially when there's no hash browns on the plate,  ya dig?

if thine eye offends thee pluck it out; oh ****
if they hand offends thee cut it off; fuckQ!
if thy brother asks for a buck give him a ten;
if he asks to borrow a shirt give him a suit;
but u should forgive him for being an *******
& blame urself for other people's problems;
u should love that ***** that thinks ur a roach
if ur boss gives u raise hand it back & say no
thanks, boss, I'd work for nothing if I could;
but all the while u're being a super sucker u're
thinking ****** word ***** that u will live
out w/ an AR15 one day; u'v got it all planned

.FAO Schwartz & Toys'R'Us,
driven to bankruptcy by lack
of sales of toys; meanwhile
the gun manufacturers enjoy
record profits selling AR15's