I don’t own a gun
But if I did
There are so many people
To get rid
I would be all the news
Cause there is so many people
Who give me the blues
The gun barrel would melt
The bullets would chase my blues away
As they hit the targets in their way
Yes so many people have to pay
When it becomes the judgement day
Beware! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
There are shops that sell guns
Judgement day is nigh
I could just go off to buy
I am a joker; I am a one
For I am in jest just having fun
I simply couldn’t shoot anyone
Cause….. I don’t want to own a gun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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