Give Me The Rifle Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Created recreational freedoms,
Kept within protected entitlements...
Have come to concern and trouble,
Those of double standards with demands...
To limit and restrict,
Some of their valued freedoms permitted.

They want new laws created.
As if laws already ignored,
Will remind those who make them...
Why any of them were passed before.
And the purpose and reason they exist.

Guns, drones and 'How To Do' videos,
Made to market and sell quickly...
At convenient and easily found,
'Specialized' stores...
For that fast buck to get.
Has begun to dispense a growing havoc,
On anyone living in or near...
Quiet suburban townships.

'Honey...
Before you go to the shooting range,
To prepare for your wildlife African trip...
Do you mind shooting down,
That drone flying around...
Filming our every move.
And darting the sky.
Becoming a nuisance,
To all kinds of planes flying by.'

~That drone belongs to one of our neighbors.
They have a right to use it as they like.~

'Give me the rifle.'

~You'll go to jail. You can't do that.~

'I'm sure it will be much quieter,
Than the living hell being created around here.
Replacing the peace we once had to believe.
This is becoming more dangerous,
Than any terrorist threat.'

~ETHEL? ETHEL?
At least get out of the middle of the street.
You're making a spectacle of yourself.~

'Shut up and toss me my Sun glasses.'