Plastic.

So simple, yet so deadly.

I cannot help but think today

That there must be some other way

To exercise your “free speech”.

Those plans, Mr. Wilson, that you so love

Eagerly approved by short-sighted gov.,

Have damned us all, more than you know,

Cause guns like paper,

That flow when printed,

To us have hinted-

That they exist for foolish sake.

A gun you want, a gun you buy.

Those are the rules, but this isn’t a game.

Now a gun you want, a plan you’ll find.

One, two, three, the printer grinds,

Taking that plastic, so simply and deadly,

And making the modern weapon of our modern age.

You post those plans, you fuel our rage.

But no.

It’s your “free speech”.

Well sir, I beseech

You to reconsider.

To remember February 14,

And reimagine our world,

Where February 14 is just another school day.

Because guns without serial numbers,

Serialize students into numbers.

And it won’t stop there.

Not with the sisters without brothers,

Or the sons without mothers.

But don’t worry.

We’ll use our free speech

To bind the name

Of printed guns to people maimed.

And who in books will people see?

The one who made these weapons free?

Well, Mr. Wilson,

What’ll it be?