They were probably too hungover
to consider any work.
They had grown far too old
for a circle jerk.
As an obvious penile extension
they grabbed guns in hand.
Took off to the hillsides
to shoot up the land.
I heard the sound of bullets
whirring on the air.
Glass bottles were breaking
shards everywhere.
Seems like there's no escaping
this lack of pride.
For these canyons I hold sacred
now I need to decide
What action can I take
to stop this mess?
The urge to act in anger
is hard to surpress.
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This is a wonderful piece of angst. The ignorance of man, shattering what peace can be found. Great flow throughout. Lets hope some sense gets burned into them.
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Thanks Wendy, It's getting really old finding all of my magical places trashed out, ughhhhhhh
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Just don't get yourself killed. If these neandathals are out there shootin' up everything best to let the law do something. look forward to hearing the end of this story.
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Nothing like some drunken hoo-rahs with guns.
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