In case I'm not being clear enough .  58% of firearm deaths in 2023 were suicides (about 27,300 deaths) How many  is that on a per day basis? 75.  And that number has skyrocketed since Trump took office.
You wonder where all the daddies have gone?  It's either this or prison.
Why there's nobody there to raise little Johnny.
And you wanna get up in arms about people smoking or Plastic grocery bags ?

  AND  Your big expensive  "pop guns"  don't  stop
tanks,
jets,
or missiles in the sky,
Just your own ******  co-workers and neighbors
and a count down  to a  drunken self-inflicted goodbye.

Good bye and good riddance.
But the guns even after , don't disappear
the family keeps loving and keeping them
with obligation
it's clear. Waiting to **** again.
It's not a tool. It's not a hammer. It's not a cordless drill. It doesn't fix the drywall or repair your roof or get your car started in the morning. Stop pretending it's a tool.
You're not a fool.

Preachers of firepower sing their gospel so grand,
While stacking ammo like holy NRA cash  in their G.O.P. hand.
The enemy you fear? Isn't coming dear. Ghosts and shadowy  Fox news schemes.
The real threat is you?
Your own trigger and your twisted dreams.

You brainwashed your kids and in church .
hate and fear
the art of digital click war,
Marjorie Taylor-Greene outrage, memes, talking points galore.
But when it comes down to it, the   "battlefield’s " all to near,
And the target is staring back in the mirror, my dear.
Does  it look like   YOU   and  NO  T a   towel-head   or queer ?

The right to stop a king with a single shot musket was their intent.
One ball at a time, not 30-round animal death and torment.

You shoot the deer, the fox, the birds that  flee in fright,
But humans? They would be the only creatures on Earth to walk TOWARDS  a gun fight..
Pray to your ancient carpenter or part time goat herder
there  is no such thing as  subsistence hunting
just animal   ****** .

Domestic rage,
drunken misfire,
kids too young to know,
You preached apocalypse
BUT the smoking barrel steals the show.

Oh, the NRA hymns and your freedom parade,
Big guns, bold threats, so carefully displayed.
nothing stops those  tanks, the  jets, or missiles filling  the sky,
Just your own  delusional ignorance
taught and teaching  "men don't cry " .  
Good bye daddy      Good bye...   brother, uncle, guy
Good bye   good bye      good   buy  ...

So cheer for your rights, whoopty woo, hooray,
Build bunkers, hoard bullets, live in the fray.
The Second Amendment, a relic, a myth you pursue,
Mostly it  destroys …
The sorry MAGA  ******* that  IS  you.

So if you're thinking about taking that to some school yard or campus, do us all a favor and go back inside.
Everybody sees the truth that  you've so long denied.
This **** isn't capable of defending anyone's freedom. Not for more than 200 years. It's an object  of rage and fear turned against neighbors and fears.
Don't try to tell me that it's not weapons and guns that **** people. It's just another tool. I'm not blind or ignorant and I'm sure as hell not a fool .
You can't **** 30 people in under a minute with a rock. You do that with a 30 round clip and a  gun show bump stock.

Kristi Noem  down  in  the gravel pit gain
rounding up Mexicans and preaching bout sin
another innocent puppy in sight
be sure  to tell it again
about your abusive so called 2nd amendment right.

Sadly, they'll keep on doing this over and over again.
It's true,
as long as the NRA is allowed to sell this twisted
Second Amendment lie
to you.

The balm of sun and charcoal smoke
instantly evoke lost togetherness
from the very first time in the eighties
when beguiled by a well fired banger
and Russ Abbot opined a party

Hold fast to the Proustian rush
as soon enough the dim seasons will return
and the muted, sterile days withhold
all but a sense of cold and pause,
so revel in the glut and sing

I felt you in a space that no one else can find,
Expressed things that weigh beautifully upon my mind,
Touched by your thoughts I can barely comprehend,
I find myself exposed to a brand new kind of friend,
My mind silenced by the sound of my heart beginning to beat,
I felt lost and yet found while attempting to find my feet,
And as you revived the parts of me I never knew,
Or maybe even forgotten waiting on something true,
How can I express what I've never known,
Or begin in what I've never been shown?
Without question the answers sought never to be found,
Without words you gave me something more profound,
Wonderfully written upon my heart I find them everyday,
Yet still I search for the right words to say,
Now I reflect in the wonder of how I could be so small,
Realizing you showed me how I need not words at all,
Without question... One day I opened my eyes and began to see,
Your heart was beautiful enough to finally find me.....  
  For the love of my life ... Feb. 2 2017

don't eat it,
but don't tell me
"It ain't Texas enough."
I know.
We are in Seattle,
the owners are Chinese,
and I'm Californian,
so it's definitely not Texas.
It's a mutt.
"Dog food," said a customer.
I don't blame. I ain't mad,
they just pay me to be here.

Long summer nights
the sky is filled with stars
humid breezes across the grass
back porch sitting is required
along with a glass of tea
crickets chirping at the moon
an old hound dog scratching
lightning bugs dancing in the air
the smell of BBQ lingers