Why I Carry A Gun

Why do I carry a gun It is because I'm afraid of everyone, And because I do not know how to fight And because it's my constitutional right. I like to carry it on the street But, of course I am not ever discreet, I want everyone to know there is a thrill When you intimidate, or even kill. There might be a bad person up ahead Who might want me, or maybe you dead, From conformation I will not ever abstain I want to be another John Wayne. Immigrants have come to our land I am now conditioned to take the law in my hand, So, now I am ready and I am prepared I am heavily armed, I declared. I always wear my gun upon my hip Where it is easily reached with my gunfighters grip It's clean and it's loaded to fire So, think twice or you'll be preaching to the choir. Though I am heavy and normally a coward I am now strengthened and powered, No one will ever again snicker or give me the boot Because, I can easily pull a trigger and shoot. Women will now see me as powerful and brave A reputation I do desperately crave, So, why do I carry a gun Because, I will not compromise, or run. Randy L. McClave