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![]() Sorry to Hear You Got Shot 41 TimesSorry to hear you have been shot 41 times The police thought you were acting suspicious Your criminal behavior crossed strict police lines Your wallet appeared unduly malicious To your anatomical parts wee added an extra 41 holes You can say you were not using your head The honorable police were fully extolled You lost gray matter, but gained a whole lot of lead A club on your head or a stick in your ribs Is the typical New York style greeting You’re are served up some lead with a side order of fibs The dessert is a gratuitous Madison Garden style beating The police fraternity swells with self-serving pride You’ll find more pricks than on a tall Texas cactus It takes a New York second to be sentenced and tried Then you’re volunteered for their police target practice So stay away from your garage, don’t invite a bullet barrage The city is unrepentant and unforgiving King’s English wasn’t spoken, so your femurs both got broken At least in Panama, you might still be among the living There’s no time for small talk, face down on the sidewalk Take a Berlitz course on modern race relations Dodge the cop in the blue suit, one false move and he will shoot Hope your message doesn’t get distorted in the translation Move to New York soon, find who’s buried in Grant’s Tomb American culture is perpetually in love with the gun With no more family laughter, hope you believe in the life-after Your brief tenure in New York has been concluded and done So sorry to hear you have been shot 41 times You have every right to be extremely mad and pissed It would have been 42, shot clean through and through But unfortunately, that one shot just missed! Send this Whackocard to your friends! |