A Bully in making

Buy me a Gun

I’m your son

When it is done

I will show you

I have a fun

With my gun

I will shoot

The brute that toot

Or the bullies that hoot

I will kill

As it will thrill

My aching heart

Who is dying to take

the gun in hand

And aim the same

At all of you

Who always think that

I’m fool.

Tis so bad

Those make me sad

When you are glad

With the shower

All I’m dying to

To take your power

And with the iron hand

I rule

The rivers,

The waters,

The hills

The fields

And vast array of fallow land

There is no hype

I wanna wipe

All that is around

Unwanted and

Undesirable.