The young are now wise, we are told.
Indeed, some are clever, some bold;
And our praise they may earn,
But in time they will learn
That the wise are invariably – old.
Something happened but I don’t know what.
Who is lying and who’s talking rot?
Are we just being used?
I don’t know – I’m confused;
I admit I can’t follow the plot.
Why has truth become so hard to find?
How can it, from this mess be divined?
Which ones seek to deceive?
Just who can we believe?
Fact and fiction seem somewhat entwined.
The Russians? The US? Assad?
The rebels or ISIS? – It’s hard!
Fox news or left media?
It would be speedier
To shuffle, and then pick a card.
“So you have guns – my god, you must be nuts!
I couldn’t bring myself to hunt and kill,
For I’m allergic to all blood and guts,
And when I see it, down my spine a chill
It travels, and I have to take a pill.
I think all senseless shooting should be banned.
I’ll campaign for disarmament until
There’s not a single gun throughout the land.
If necessary, from your cold dead hand
I’ll take your gun if you will not comply.
This is my cause – I hope you understand.”
“Your threat is clear – and yes, I’d rather die;
My life and liberty I owe to guns
Once wielded by my country’s bravest sons.”
Chop, chop, and his poor member falls.
(It no longer resides in his smalls)
His manhood’s had the gong;
I admit I was wrong –
But I didn’t think Bruce had the balls.