My automatic rifle’s who I am
It makes me tough, a fierce militia man
Without it I’m diminished; I’m a sham
Thank God for guns, be sure they’re never banned
I was a loser; I’d myself detest
My friends were losers; none of us fit in
But with our AR-15s we’re the best
You mess with us and we will do you in
Our skin is white, not brown or black or red
They are inferior and so are all the Jews
We hate them all, They steel our jobs, our bread
And demonstrate when they don’t like the news
A nigger’s killed by coppers doing their job
One less for us when toll time does arrive
Exterminate the vermin, all the snobs
There won’t be any of them left alive
But now we must make certain Trump remains
As President, since he supports our cause
We must respond with violence, disdain
Ensuring demonstrators break the law
I’m now a hero and a patriot
The President and all his loyal men
They praise me now. That little boy I’m not
I’m not the boy so lost from way back when
8/31/20
Dad, this is an incredible poem and commentary. I think you expressed a character trait we all could improve upon and the disastrous consequences if we don’t. Lee
I changed the last line. Instead of ‘ignored’ I put ‘so lost’
Thanks for the comment