The Militia

 

Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Just how far has our country evolved?

 

To the point that A third party is needed?

 

What's the name, is the question I've solved.

 

Now my brilliance must be conceded.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Study of the 2016 election,

 

Led the press to think they had a scoop.

 

The problem wasn't a Breitbart connection,

 

But a nationwide overlooked group.

 

 

CHORUS

 

So don't feel left out, Bubba.

 

Yeah, don't feel left out, son.

 

To the city, or the farm,

 

You can tote a firearm,

 

In plain sight,

 

If you've got the right,

 

To open carry your 'sporting' gun.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

While the press is quick to lambaste.

 

Anyone with a large weapons cache.

 

Entry in the group might still be numbers based,

 

Like, say, how many rounds one has stashed.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

But hey, I'd be willing to bet a fiver,

 

That, no matter what, there were certain limits.

 

They'd turn away every single Prius driver,

 

Even if they'd been stationed on the Nimitz.

 

 

CHORUS

 

So don't feel left out, Bubba.

 

Yeah, don't feel left out, son.

 

To the city, or the farm,

 

You can tote a firearm,

 

In plain sight,

 

If you've got the right,

 

To open carry your 'sporting' gun.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

To Americans drawn to charisma.

 

Your party now has an official name.

 

I've coined the moniker: The Militia.

 

But my other ideas were pretty lame.

 

 

CHORUS

 

So don't feel left out, Bubba.

 

Yeah, don't feel left out, son.

 

To the city, or the farm,

 

You can tote a firearm,

 

In plain sight,

 

If you've got the right,

 

To open carry your 'sporting' gun.

 

 

The End

 

 

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