Utilizing His Second Amendment Rights To Own A Gun Poem by Ted Sheridan

The sound of a racing locomotive
jumping the tracks and crashing,
reverberated horribly; in what
had been the peaceful country side
of an out to pasture mind. The cows,
all of whom had been standing
around on their hind legs chewing
their cud in an effort to avoid
the possibility of being struck
by some out of control ball of lightning,
rubbernecked to get a good second look,
at this train wreck of a beet farmer.
The effects of a poorly planned crop rotation
and three one hundred year floods
in a single growing season
had taken their devastating toll
on the farms operating budget at the same time
all subsidies had been cancelled by a state Senator
who had campaigned diligently against
the use of illegal aliens working his fields
for less than a living wage.
____ The Sheriff looked into the cameras
and described how they had to pry the rifle
from the farmer’s cold dead hands…..

2008 © T Sheridan