We Are The Smart In Texas

(to "Deep in the Heart of Texas")

We’re sage and bright

And oh so right

We are the smart in Texas

We all look fly

With weapons high

We like our guns in Texas

The gays we’ll prune

And fix them soon

They aren’t our type in Texas

We think our gov

Should cure their love

You should be straight in Texas

Those science guys

Are none too wise

We change the facts in Texas

So school book texts

Will be an-nexed

We love our kids in Texas

See the felons wail

Inside our jail

You will be caught in Texas

Let’s kill them all

Then shop in mall

We keep it light in Texas.

(Note: This by no means reflects the heart and soul of many thoughtful Texans. It only speaks to the conservatives who want to take Texas back to the 19th century.)

If The World Was Well Armed

If the world was well armed
Good gosh what's the harm?
No baddies could take me
My bullets would save me
Let's have in our nation
A gun proclamation
That man, woman, child
Would pack heat and smile
For more guns is best
Just like the wild west
Where law we will shoulder
In our shoulder hoster
At schools and the malls
At church altar calls
If bad fight should start
Just aim for the heart
The best path to peace
Is owning a piece
All kids will adore
Armed guards at the door
A paranoid study
That no one's your buddy
Let's cherish the thought
That handguns are bought
To help those in need
With lethal good deed

The Five Freedoms

Color Your Words

As right goes wrong

We theorize

What freedoms mean

In deeds

For now

This we all know

Bullets and blood

Bring us nothing but tears

Then dreams

Of our children forever

Color your words

With hope

And cold subdue

The Second Amendment

(to Kermit the Frog's "Rainbow Connection")

Why are there so many

Guns, assault rifles

That send souls to other side?

Weapons are sacred

But is that illusion?

Are bullets sweet freedoms that fly?

What we’ve been told it’s our right to go horde ‘em

Steel barreled brawn we can keep

Logic defined by

The second amendment

The ammo

The triggers

We need

We thank the NRA

For freedoms we’re after

For sport and protection smart.

With bodies stacking up

The lobby will spin it

“People kill. Guns? No part.”

Guns for assaulting bring rabid exalting

And triggers bring glee when they squeeze

They cheer, “Protect it,

The second amendment

For country

For freedom

For me.”

Congressman, what is that smell?

We know it’s probably bullshit…

Ban all arms, not for me

But let’s curb our choices

Some think these Nazi-esque schemes

Big bangs are sweet sounds

Bring joy to old sportsmen

The same sounds that madmen will heed

We’ve seen towns weep, is this time to ignore them?

But nothing’s what we’re likely to see

Till then, endure it

The second amendment
The lovers

The haters

And me.