Bang Bang Boom Boom Bang — the crackle of an AR-15?
No, explosions from typing on this iPad Pro’s screen
A poem to shrivel any right-wing nutjob’s peen
This is the first assault of the liberal left
My prose and pentameter will cut, oh so deft
Through the heart of that silly Second Amendment
Guns are stupid and gun owners insecure
While they brush their tooth and shovel manure
What will guns do against tanks, bombs, and drone strike gore?
I am myself a well-regulated militia
Of Bukowski and Whitman and Plath, Silvia
If you just lend me your ear a minute, will ya?
You may say, “Why not protest or run for office?
Only people who agree with you will ever hear this.”
I say, “That’s not the point, I am a true artist.”
So I fill my Volvo’s gas tank (which my dad will pay)
And travel from Williamsburg to Greenpoint to Sheepshead Bay
Spreading the word of a future gun-free USA.
And I carry my rage along my poetry tour
In the backroom of countless commie bookstores
To read to patrons, green, pink, and blue hair galore