Right to bear scissors

Art by Banksy

Please Mr. Principal, let me explain,
it wasn’t my fault once again -
I was minding my business, playing with scissors
when the teacher so rudely stepped in!

She took my shears and sent me here -
your so-called “educator”
And stripped me of my natural rights
endowed by my creator!

Those scissors were my gran-pappy’s;
they’ve been in my family for years!
I beg your pardon, but kinder garden
is a fine place for such shears.

For what if I need to cut some yarn?
Or paper or hedges or hair?
It’s my point-of-view
only scissors will do
whereas you would have me tear?!

What’s that you say?
They’re dangerous, eh?
The world’s a dangerous spot!
It’s cut or be cutted,
the world is cold-blooded!
But dangerous? Scissors are not.

And what if an origami swan
should peck me in the eye?
Who'll protect me when that swan pecks me?
Not you -- only I!

Scissors are freedom from tyranny -
the tyranny of the sword!
When scissors are taken our consciousness wakens -
our freedoms must be restored!

While the second amendment
may cause discontentment
among the hauty elite,
You can’t cut it out --
though I have little doubt
you’d need scissors for such a feat!

We’d be more secure
if our school would procure
some scissors for every student.
The sharper they are,
the safer by far -
I’m sure you agree that is prudent!

So take me away in paper chains,
for freedom sure ain’t free!
You can take me to detention, but
don’t take my scissors from me!