Target Range

Step right up and try your luck
aim for the biggest buck
are you a chicken (cluck cluck cluck)
Wheel the corpse out on a truck.
Think it's funny, think it's strange -
Welcome to the target range.

The pen is green, the pen is red,
I'll shoot an apple off your head
Stay still or you'll end up dead.
"Meet the targets." the boss said.
Think it's funny, think it's strange -
Welcome to the target range.

Think you can make learning fun?
The pen rests snuggly as a gun.
But when all is said and done
the target is a human one.
Think it's funny, think it's strange -
Welcome to the target range.

Don't loose the plot,
Repress the humanity you got.
No power to the have-nots
The target is a head shot.
Think it's funny, think it's strange -
Welcome to the target range.

Poem dedicated to
*The Dead Kennedeys
*Seamus Heaney
*Rage Against the Machine