The NRA Scares Me More Than The Terrorists

The NRA Scares Me More Than The Terrorists

A Poem by Written On The Run

This just in:
World's gone to sin.
(Old news)

Hell's sold in handbaskets
Woven into the fabric
Of papier-mâché promises
Melting in slobber.

Why bother?
Good question,
We glad you paid attention.
Cause the giant's off napping.

They hobbled us at birth
Under yokes broken like camel backs.
Debt's the new mouse trap, baby!
And it's vomitting up cheddar.

Let's celebrate
With new interest rates!
Uncle Sam's a pimp
And he owns that a*s
Double stamped and approved.

You can't win this race
You can only improve
Your place.

© 2013 Written On The Run


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Added on May 6, 2013
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Written On The Run
Written On The Run

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These are all random musings. Nothing deep. I don't want to be known for anything. Reviews are welcome and will be returned in kind. - WotR more..

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