I smell the pleasant aroma
Of our fatal last shot
Your beautiful sexy barrel
Smoking and red hot
Oh how you fill me
With such pleasure and power
How the very sight of your loveliness
Made our victims run and cower
Makes me laugh aloud
How the haters give you the blame
When it’s really me not my beloved AK
Who feels the need to murder and maim
So let them try and take you
But they better get ready to run
Because I’m another entitled American
Who can legally “HUNT” with my gun
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2019 17:34
- Category: Sociopolitical
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