Poem
If I ever thought to get a gun
My inner voice would cry out
What do you want with a gun, TJ?
You’d likely shoot your eye out.
Raised so far away from the NRA
That I never touched a rifle
Those semantic fights re: the Bill of Rights
Seemed an academic trifle
But in later life with a home and wife
I began to pay attention
To the need to care and the right to bear
And the framers’ true intention
I know despite good aims there are urban flames
And that firearms could fan them
But do we solve or at all evolve
If we merely try to ban them
Well I had my doubts due to all the shouts
But Scalia I could kiss ‘ya
Because you could sense the difference
Between a gang and a militia
