DAD'S BIG LOAD
Dad’s Big Sperm Load was a monumental blunder
Never saw the lightnin’, never heard the thunder
Right under his coke filled nose
The KID started wearing camo clothes
Now how could that have happened,
Gee, I wonder??
Making pipe bombs to throw, that’s real slick
Don’t you want to know what makes me Tick?
Murder and mayhem’s just a video game
Live or Die, it’s all the same
If you really want to know, just Point and Click!!
What happened to your baby bunting
Gave him a gun and took him hunting
Close one eye and take a bead
Squeeze, don't jerk, is all you need
Unfortunately for you, he’s missing something
In the schoolyard, his trigger finger itches
Got to get even on all those sons-of-bitches
Their constant torment and strife
Will cost them their life
Teachers, Bullies, Jocks, and especially Snitches
The lunch room rocks with wounded and the dead
Like the sterile video violence in your head
Too bad all of this is Real
Like the emptiness you feel
As the empty clips turn the linoleum bright red
Should parents pay when their Darlin’ turns out cruel?
Their job’s to teach what is and isn’t cool
Making pipe bombs in his room
Your seething Looney Tune
Plans to cap you both at breakfast before school!
This is said to be just another senseless act
But, one cannot get beyond the facts
It’s real people getting killed
Real blood is being spilled
Life’s not some stupid program you can hack!
At twenty-one they’ll let you go free
To the victims it adds insult to injury
The law says you’re too young
To die for what you’ve done
Lucky for you that shit is not left up to me
I’d read Kafka as the preacher pats your head
The pepperoni on your Tombstone’s turning RED
I’ll have to call the EPA
Just to throw your ashes away
And may you have heartburn till you drop dead
I know my approach to retribution seems extreme
Like something in a nightmare or bad dream
But even that’s not real
He’ll get off on an appeal,
Some technicality or other GOD DAMN thing!
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