The Live Ammo Boogie

By Cliff Lake

 The Live Ammo Boogie

 

Maybe that teacher is gay at the school,

And turn your boy into some prissy fool,

Who talks about ending fossil fuel,

And how your 4-wheeler ain’t cool,

And what are you gonna do about it?

 

And maybe the Mexicans are taking jobs,

And maybe it’s illegal to fix that with a lynch mob,

And maybe all the libs are elitist snobs,

And think you’re just some worthless slob,

And what are you gonna do about it?

 

And now all your talk is done,

And you only have this option one,

And the Democrat is coming for your gun,

And I get all that, but tell me son:

Why did you shoot all the children?

 

And maybe they think you’re some stupid chump,

Who don’t know about that dirty hump,

And how they will illegally arrest Trump,

And now it’s time to give these bastards a thump,

And what are you gonna do about it?

 

And now all your talk is done,

And you only have this option one,

And the Democrat is coming for your gun,

And I get all that, but tell me son:

Why did you shoot all the children?

 

Yeah, they’re all so high and mighty,

And every lib is against whitey,

And now it’s the Great Replacement,

But you got some shit put together in the basement…

 

They’re gonna throw away the Second Amendment,

Turn you into a guilty defendant,

Make everyone a state dependent,

And you’re supposed express your contentment,

And what are you gonna do about it?

 

And now all your talk is done,

And you only have this option one,

And the Democrat is coming for your gun,

And I get all that, but tell me son:

Why did you shoot all the children?

 

What did you prove by shooting the children?

How long are you assholes going to keep shooting children?

 

Cliff Lake 1/28/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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