Gun control

Just a poem. It's all on public TV, still, some moderators, aren't happy with me

Gun control

Today, in school

I was so cool

Because I was

In full control

I had the gun,

Ready in hand

Then, I began

Shooting, at all

Kids were crying,

Shaken, afraid,

Wounded and lying,

Without an aid

Kids of my age

Or less or more

Some of them were,

My friends before

After I finished

My shooting spree

My gun began

To stare at me

Said, here is now

What you should do,

Before the others

Come, and bust you