Day 658, November 8, 2018
I woke up this morning, a dozen more dead.
Another mass shooting while I was in bed.
A bar was the crime scene, armed guard first to die,
He’s hired for protection and he’s a “good guy.”
Police fought the shooter and one of them died.
The shooter died also but from suicide.
The shooter, familiar, another white male.
Our Congress does nothing; their votes are for sale.
We’ve murdered our Christians; we’ve murdered our Jews.
We’ve murdered our students, so who’s left to choose?
We spend lives like money; our deaths pay the toll,
For death is the price of our failed gun control.
So, let’s raise our glasses to our NRA
And our craven Congress. Toast: “Hip, hip, hooray!”