Card 13
Look
If you had one shot
Or one opportunity
To seize a small boy in your enclosure
In one moment...
Would you capture him?
Or just let him slip?
His palms are sweaty life's bleak, child is heavy
There's a sniper aimed at him already, mom's upsetti
Park service, they're nervous
But look calm and ready
To embalm
But they keep on regretting
What they shot down
The internet grows so loud, they open their mouths
But the memes won't stop now
Provoking, how
Everybody's revolting now
Dicks are out, Harambe's down
Over, blaow!