Gunstores, Gunstores, Gunstores everywhere,
I look at them excitedly, yet I just don’t care.
They sell by the dozens, by millions at any given store
People buy them today, cause tomorrow there won’t be more
Cause today they heard a rumor, a bit of gossip sure
And by the end of the day, they’ve disappeared in a blur
I know that it might help, to have a sidearm in my pants
But somehow the extra weight, my figure it won’t enhance.
Or having a filled holster, tied down to my hip
Would make a stranger leave, without my giving lip
I admit I like the feeling, of sending a round downrange
But putting a bullet into someone, would have to be quite strange
Admittedly if I saved, someone from utter harm
Or helped an animal threatened, by a weasel on a farm
I would hope that I wouldn’t hesitate, and pull the trigger quick
Because we all know there of plenty, of people who are sick
In defense it would be good, to have a ready gun
So if I had to go out, I could blast at them and everyone.
I have put a bullet into a target, one or two, here or there
Buy never once at a person, have I ever drew, would I dare?
So I know I would be shaky, even if I tried to aim
There would be many deaths, one way or the same
Fearing for my life, I would be ducking out of the way
Just as everyone else in the room, hoping to have their say
Emptying out their holsters, wishing to find their mark
Killing anything that moved, while huddling in the dark
So I left the guns alone, next to the empty shelves
To preserve someone else, and maybe even myself.