Gun Thing

By Cliff Lake

 

Gun Thing

 

There you sit – the would-be king,

Soaking up praises from the underling.

Law and justice you would hamstring,

All you care about is the cha-ching.

 

You don’t care who your chaos stings,

As long as there are people worshiping.

When the rifle barrel is done smoking,

You dare to tell us, “It’s not a gun thing.”

 

The gun thing,

You think it’s such a small thing,

And we know you know about a small thing.

The gun thing,

It’s not such a small thing,

And we know that you will continue to do nothing.

 

This script your base finds appealing,

Maybe they’ll forget what you’re covering.

Will you find a way to blame the left wing?

What would you do if it were your offspring?

 

What shit at the wall will you now fling?

To what outmoded law will you still cling?

Another bloodbath – you haven’t learned anything,

All you can come up is, “It’s not a gun thing”?

 

The gun thing,

You think it’s such a small thing,

And we know you know about a small thing.

The gun thing,

It’s not such a small thing,

And we know that you will continue to do nothing.

 

Children not before you kneeling,

Maybe that explains your lack of feeling.

Can you fix this with some artful dealing?

Maybe take a short break from your stealing.

 

Looks like there is no comfort you can bring,

Might as well hit the course and improve your swing.

Meanwhile in Minnesota dirges ring,

And in their hearts they know it is a gun thing.

 

The gun thing,

You think it’s such a small thing,

And we know you know about a small thing.

The gun thing,

It’s not such a small thing,

And we know that you will continue to do nothing.

 

This gun thing,

You think it’s such a small thing,

How long will you just fiddle with your small thing?

The gun thing,

It’s not such a small thing,

And we know that you will continue to do nothing.

 

Cliff Lake 8/28/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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