The Chupacabra Sonnet | Gospel of Undoctrination

Chihuahuas need guns for strength,
They feel naked without concealed carry.
To them I say, with all humility,
Open your eyes muchacho – ¡chupacabra aquí!
You may keep your gun, I won’t say a word,
But don’t confuse them to be your safe haven.
Own them in secret, but think of using them,
And you’ll face the wrath of this kraken.
You may conceal, you may carry, if law allows,
But dare not raise your gun at a reformador.
To the wounded stranger I am ointment,
But to the inhuman vermin I am volcano.
Carrying a gun every moron feels like superman.
Stand up to cruelty unarmed, then you are human.