Womp Womp

Wompicus lompicus

Everyone is scared of a shotgunicus,

But what if I told you there's solution to the pollution.

Own your own gun and protect yourself!

No matter how hard you try to get rid of them they'll always be around

And when guns are gone and you get stabbed there's not really a point.

So I'll keep my rifle and my arms.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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