"Do you Feel Lucky"?

"44 Magnum:

most powerful handgun in the world"


Stops you dead in your tracks:

a naked gun fully loaded


A bullet right in the center of your skull;

can't rob or rape anyone now, can ya?


A bullet right in the center of your skull;

good luck trying to find a job now asshole.


Your pain ended with a bullet asshole


crime and punishement with a bullet, bitch


Justice served with a cold bullet, motherfucker.



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Another mass shooting this one in California…and another day goes by…

289 people are shot in America each day…87 of them die…


I’m not sure which is sadder that each day 289 shootings are taking place

or that the number no longer bothers us …that shootings are commonplace.


It doesn’t seem to matter if the murders are splashed across the evening news,

it doesn’t make a difference, it doesn’t change our views.


Oh, we’re angry for a moment…and for a moment it gives us pause…

but it doesn’t stop the killing…it doesn’t change the laws.


Would it be different if we knew that every 17 minutes in the rise and setting of our sun

someone in America is killed at the hands of someone with a gun?


When we look at the sheer numbers how can we not weep or shriek…

when we do the math and calculate we lose 600 people every week?


It is sad to think more people are gone who were here the day before

and even sadder to think we can multiply their family’s grief by over 600 more.


There is a problem in our society, the numbers do not lie.

It leaves many of us frustrated as each day more people die.


Until something is done to curb this violence that everyone deplores

I’m afraid today, like yesterday, will be a little sadder than it was the day before.


If you don’t believe we’ve become accustomed to this violence…

Here is what I mean….

This poem you’re reading right now…today…

I first wrote in January…





Hurricanes are massive…they devastate cities, homes…and more.

But hurricanes are natural disasters…we can’t stop them from coming ashore.


We have come to realize that hurricanes, swirling off the water, are the norm…

So we try to build our houses better in hopes they stand up to the storm.


Tornadoes wipe out entire neighborhoods on a scale wide and grand.

But tornadoes are natural disasters we can’t stop their blowing across the land


We realize that tornadoes, across our countryside, are the norm

So we try to make sure our buildings have basements to take shelter from the storm.


Earthquakes crumble buildings in an instant…entire cities from the quaking

But earthquakes are natural disasters…we can’t stop the ground from shaking.


We realize that earthquakes will destroy our cities, destroy our towns

So we try to make our buildings stronger in the hopes they won’t fall down..


Another mass shooting has brought us all to tears…causing sorrow, causing woe

We can’t understand how anyone can take a gun and kill people they don’t know.


Innocent people murdered from every walk of life…

They are someone’s child, someone’s grandchild…someone’s husband…someone’s wife.


They were out for fun together…why they were shot…they know not why…

One minute they were laughing…they did not expect to die.


They were soldiers who have fought in wars…across other countries they have roamed…

How could they survive the terrors of a war…only to be murdered in they’re home?


These mass shootings continue to dishearten to break our hearts…and again we are appalled…

Mass shootings are certainly disasters…but they’re not natural at all…


We may not be able to stop people from killing…perhaps we never will…

but we have it within our power…to make it harder for them to kill.


If we can better prepare ourselves for natural disasters 

I have to wonder why…

When it comes to mass shootings…and automatic weapons…

why are we afraid to try?


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It was just like any other high school…it’s name was Columbine

when 2 students decided to shoot it up…in April of ’99.

They killed 13 innocent people…without a reason or a rhyme…

We wanted to talk about gun control then…

But we were told: It’s not the time.


And so we did nothing.


13 years later, one man walked into Sandy Hook Elementary School

shot and killed 20 children and 6 adults…without a reason or a rhyme…

We wanted to talk about gun control then…

But we were told: It’s not the time.


And so we did nothing.


3 years later a man walked into a prayer service at a church in Charleston

shot and killed 9 people…without a reason or a rhyme.

We wanted to talk about gun control then…

But we were told: It’s not the time.


And so we did nothing.


1 year later at a nightclub in Orlando. 

A man shot and killed 49 people…without a reason or a rhyme.

We wanted to talk about gun control then…

But we were told: It’s not the time.


And so we did nothing.


1 year later from 32 stories up and 4 football fields away

one man, his intentions they are still surmising,

shoots randomly into a concert…and the death toll is still rising.


We don’t know why he did it…there seems to be no reason or no rhyme…

And we want to talk about gun control…

But again we’re told: It’s not the time.


I’ve heard people say, there’s nothing to do…this is the price of freedom…

but I beg to disagree

This is not the price of freedom…it’s the price of anarchy.


I’ve heard people say, guns don’ kill people…people kill people…

And it’s obvious the person shooting is deranged or mentally ill…

That’s true…but we give them easy access to automatic weapons…

automatic weapons that are meant to kill!


If it wasn’t the right time in 1999, 2012, 2015, 2016

or after this latest deadly and senseless shooting spree..

Would someone please tell me…for I’m at a loss,…

When would that right time be?


(I wonder how can we believe any congressman or representative

when they tell us it’s not the right time today…

How can we possibly believe them…


If they’re taking more from the NRA?)

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When I was a boy I had toy guns…my parents could buy them at any store…

I played cops and robbers with my friends.

I played cowboys and Indians…and war.


One gun I filled with caps…they came in a little roll, …red and round…

and when I squeezed its trigger…that toy made a gun-popping sound.


Then I grew up, I’m not sure when, and other thoughts occupied my mind

I discovered other games to play…and I left toy guns behind.


Now I’m and adult…I have no guns…but they can be purchased at many stores

People can own an arsenal of weapons…even when we’re not fighting a war.


And some of those people are using those guns

To kill innocent people… families and friends…

And after each new atrocity happens we ask….

when will this senselessness end?


Can’t those who love guns and those who hate them come together

combining their divergent views…

putting their differences aside for the good of this country

and come up with something to do?


Because we can no longer trust that every gun owner is decent…

and we can’t on their own integrity keep relying…

because those aren’t caps they are loading into their guns

and innocent people are dying!


Because once again we’ve seen the horrors real guns can do…

how they can injure and take life away…

Because reality is so much different…

than the games I used to play.


Because we don’t want to see another person murdered…

at a concert, in a restaurant or riding a bus…

And because we don’t want to worry and wonder…


if the next victim will be one of us?