I think that you can never fake
a thing as lovely as a lake.
But with the rules now in retreat,
that lake will look just like mincemeat.
And streams that I have loved to fish
will now force me to holler "Ish!"
The mighty ocean waves I cherish
now with toxins will be garish.
Farewell to turtles and the loon --
I might as well swim on the moon . . .
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The Founding Fathers wanted us
to gain our wounds with bloody pus
as we shoot each other oft,
cuz on guns we're always soft.
It's our right to blaze away,
with equal rights to be the prey.
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Grim death a grin was forced to check,
escorting this guy down to Heck.
Adulterer though he might be,
his victim still felt heavenly!
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