The Guntry Club.

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(Inspired by an article by Mike Rosenwald.)

After a long day upon the irksome stock exchange

Isn’t it refreshing to go to the shooting range?

When mommy tires of her darling’s nauseating static

She can riddle targets with a semi-automatic. 

 

Instead of playing golf or taking one more ocean cruise,

The gentry take up guns as if refighting on The Meuse.

  Upscale shooting ranges now are so emancipating

That the bourgeoisie are all their spas evacuating. 

 

What’s this country coming to, when stockbrokers do trifle

With an Uzi or spend hours with a Browning rifle?

Munition makers and their banks sure have shrewdly guessed

That the whole darn country is reverting to Wild West!