Grab a Gun

So you’re going to get all melancholy on me

now that life has dug a deep hole to step in.

Subterranean sadness seeps sadly

into every diaper carrying commie,

now it’s your turn.  Pardon the irony of it all

seems all is fair in love and a cow patty.

Democracy dung for breakfast, Karl for lunch,

Mao Se Tung for dinner, with a midnight snack

dressed up in fatigues and rocket launchers.

Welcome to the land of the free.

Carry a gun if you wish no need for silencers.