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Elmer Fudd Can't Have His Gun Anymore

Elmer Fudd can't have his gun anymore,
but you can have bricks, methamphetamines,
and dyn-o-mite to blow smithereens.
 
Along the way in a peaceful caravan,
leaving prints in the sand of pickem-up trucks,
carrying hammers and baseball bats.
 
Can I hear a Hallelujah Amen,  
for a bogus twenty dollar bill,
and a bucket of gray matter.
 
"Shh. Be vewy vewy quiet."

 

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