Bad guys everywhere are at my door,
but when they come to break in.
I'll be ready with my trusty gun,
to make sure they'll never do it again.

I know how to handle myself,
I know I'm an expert marksman.
Both at the shooting range,
and in Mortal Kombat, man.

Don't mess with me or my house,
don't bother my kids or my spouse,
or I will blow you away with one shot,
you don't know what I have got.

Haven't you all heard the news?
The world is soon falling apart.
Each and every one of us with guns,
must rise up and do our part.

I wear my gun openly in the street,
all bad guys my eyes steely meet.
Any injustice that I might see,
I'll pull my gun with liberty.

For without me and others like me,
anarchy will rule in the streets.
I am the last bastion of free will,
and tired of wimpy retreats.

So, everyone join me in my quest,
when you get cut off on the road,
shoot that guy between the eyes,
to tell him that he's a driving toad.

When your wife doesn't treat you right,
pistol whip her in the night,
and when she asks for a divorce,
shoot her, the kids, yourself, of course.

Just pointing out the absurdity of personal
gun ownership (satire). My Gun, posted in
2015, is better.

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