And The Whistle Blows
Another school, another college,
Another shooting,
But not the last...Same old coverage!
Who rules, who's blues,
I cannot say, no tale to tell,
We, toss and buzz
Evil re-incarnated boss
Lead!
For guns, plenty to sell,
Malfunction, indignation,
I saw it all
The shooter wants our soul
B,C, 8...You, NRA!
Who? I! You die!...Aye, aye!
The whistle blows, the shooter shows,
I'll be the hero...I said!
No, you're minus 0, get it in your head,
Ok! Then, I'll be Helen of Troy,
Damn it, shut up!
Shooter, only wants to destroy,
Girls and Boys...
Hmmm! Thank goodness!
I have my poetry
I'll keep writing about my own,
Poverty!
And the whistle blows.
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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