Put Down the Gun
Put Down the Gun
You know something completely safe
If trained and used right
Or something dangerous that might end a life
So put down the gun
You think I'm crazy
You're driving you say
There is no gun there just you
A Phone
And a wheel
It's there that piece of metal
You know how to use it
You have been trained
You know to put it down
Off and away
But the slim piece of metal
The irrestible sound
A buzz, ring, or song
Can be the danger found
When you sit behind the seat at a fast moving speed
Everything is fast
We walk at 3 miles per hour
You drive at what?
25?
So yes the slim piece of metal may end you life
It's not always dangerous
You know and your trained
But now it is only a waiting game
Will you put it down?
Turn off the sound and noise?
Simply Get in
Buckle up
Turn on
Back out
Shift into drive
Move at 25
Make sure it is safely silently away
Put down the gun
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