WELCOME TO ABSURDUM

WELCOME TO ABSURDUM
(To original melody)

Welcome to Absurdum
A place they used to call America.
And if you’re coming to the USA
Best pack a bullet-proof vest.
All the crazies live here.
Loaded guns everywhere.
So you’d better steer clear.
God bless America.

Welcome to Absurdum
Now look who’s vying to be president.
An egomaniac with a coif.
A lady who wants to wear the pants.
Soon the crazies will vote.
“Open-carry” promote.
Privacy’s in the moat.
Liberty’s a game of chance.

Welcome to Absurdum
A place they used to call America.
Honest Abe’s restless grave.
Sees us fooled all the time.
Oligarchs plot and rule.
Lobbyists selling mule.
Try to live on a dime.
God bless America.

© 2016 By Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HOME AT THE RANGE

A resident in Big Pine Key, Florida set up his own backyard target range where he regularly practices shooting.  The neighbors understandably were nervous about someone discharging a firearm near where children play and neighbors barbecue.  Local law enforcement, even if inclined to intercede, could not, however, since Florida State law prevents county or city governments from prohibiting or regulating backyard target ranges.

HOME AT THE RANGE
(To tune of “Home on the Range,” (state song of Kansas) by Dr. Brewster M. Higley & Daniel E. Kelly (1870s)

Home, home at the range.
Why, if I shoot my gun, am I blamed?
My AK-47,
Brings me closer to heaven
I’ll have my rights no matter who’s maimed.

Home, home at the range.
Where the gunfire makes sane folks misgive.
When I shoot at my target
If some good neighbors are hit
Then I’ll see them in court should they live.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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