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In the old days;

back in those glorious days

of my youth

I only ever saw

purple dinosaurs

when I was on acid

Now he’s got an name

and has a whole faction

of America making him

into a symbol for youth

I watched Wile E. Coyote

fall off cliffs

and get blown up

in  his Ahabian quest

for Road Runner meat

and I saw Bugs Bunny

repeatedly—

and with great force—

kick Elmer Fudd’s ass

and I cheered

for Ultra Man and Johnnie Socko,

the Superfriends

and the Incredible Hulk

as they beat up the bad guys

I was mixed

on the showdowns

between Godzilla and King Kong

Wrestling was always on

Body slams and brain claws

chair shots over the head

big splashes and head locks

drop kicks and head butts

somehow I managed

to never spray

a rainfall of bullets

into my classroom

and now

we rape our children

and molest their minds

with constant inundations

of Barney

and politically correct agendas

that allow no free thought

It’s almost no wonder

kids need to take up arms

and rampage

We obviously love our guns

more than we love our children

and we love our rhetoric

as we exploit kids

 to advance our own ideologies

as Jonesboro and Springfield

have broken our hearts

as we see the killing machines

we have created

and the bullets

fracture the American Dream

and we blame the guns

or we blame television

and we blame the children

we have created

but for all the blame

when will just one person

stand up and say

“I can make a difference”

 and then do it

without pointing any fingers

but rather leading

without hesitation

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