the assult rifle

i dont shoot by myself.

i'm really just a simple machine.

some nuts and bolts.

grease, metal and plastic.

but it is not on me.

someone needs to pull the trigger.

someone needs to put bullets in my magazine.

someone needs to cock my lever.

someone needs to aim me.

that someone is some crazy bastard.

i didn't ask to go out blazing and hammering . i never wanted this.

the one that designed me was a greedy bastard.

i can't make it clearer. i tried shouting for people to hear and stop with every bullet i shot. but they must think its ok.

the one that agreed that i am safe to carry around is a complacent bastard.

and i hear people saying that to stop a bad guy with a gun, you need a good guy with a gun. they sure feel sorry though when apprently there are not enough good people.

the one that legitimized my existance is a hypocritical bastard.

wow. maybe i just need to spell it out. i mean you probably won't listen. you just can't help it. can't help reconciling self interest with greater good. so listen now, i tell you the truth, and listen well:

the only way to stop a bad man with a gun is with a time-traveller with a gun!!