Cold Heat

License to kill,

Nerves of steel,

These punks push the limit,

Trigger finger itches,

Second Amendment gives me permission,

To literally take the law in my hands.

When will they learn,

Everything and everyone has their place,

I am the face you see on the streets,

At NRA conventions,

Exonerated on television,

A hot button,

To be pressed again,

And again,

And again.

My mettle cools and contracts around the facts involving conservatism,

But when equality is up for debate things may escalate,

Because I am reluctant to bite the bullet,
Tolerance,
I guess will be tabled,

Just like appointing the next Supreme Court Justice,
Privilege before progress is what I silently and solemnly swore to protect.

And anyone who tries to stop me knows how this will play out.