It's All Guns Blazin And Self-Medication From Here Boys Poem by Nicholas Neato

Raise the flag
Ready your sword
Steady the canons
We march at four
That suns a risin
Let's start this war

Bang bang
Shoot shoot
You got the magic
I've got the moves
Get the move on
Get the booze
Victory is close
It's coming soon

Oh good God
Bullets rain
It's a biblical catastrophe
And I swear I'll be
The least shot up at the end of this party

So move over love
Make room for the shotgun
Move those legs for the hand grenades

I'm afraid it's all guns blazin
And self-medication from here boys