The NRA Anthem

By Cliff Lake

 The NRA Anthem

(As sung by Ted Cruz and Lauren Boebert)

 

Now children hear us, the NRA preachers,

There’s a solution for leftist creatures,

We can’t let them advance all their features,

What happens when we start arming groomer teachers?

 

Lefty won’t let you protect you and yours,

He would have all of us down on all fours,

Let’s help him fill up the seat of his drawers,

AR15’s on all shelves in all stores!

 

Buy a gun,

It’s the American way!

Buy a gun,

Blow the bad guys away!

Buy one and be sure

That your home is secure,

Buy a gun,

Then another today!

 

These communist, fascist, socialist thugs,

(Buy a gun)

They want to replace us, these leftist slugs.

(Buy a gun)

They’re all pedo-groomers, they’re all on the drugs!

(Buy a gun)

It’s time to wipe that smirk off their self-righteous mugs!

 

BUY A GUN,

And help fight off inflation!

BUY A GUN,

Reduce the population!

When demand goes bye-bye,

That increases supply,

BUY A GUN,

It’s our economic fixation!

BUY A GUN!

What would Jesus do?

BUY A GUN!

You’ve got to take care of you!

BUY A GUN!

What if he has one too?

BUY A GUN!

BUY A GUN!

BUY A GUN!

 

Cliff Lake 11/29/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

 

Comments

Broncosgal58 said…
As dark as this poem is - it feels like the truth
November 29, 2022 at 10:28 PM
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