Killer Guitar

Lobbyists for the NGA had
Presented their new slogan
Some months before:
“When guitars are outlawed
Only outlaws will have guitars,”
Hearing a noise outside
His bedroom window,
He pulled the Dimebag Darrell
Out from under his pillow,
He kept it there lengthways, always,
Tuned up and ready to go,
Without turning on the lights
He crept toward the Marshall half stack,
Waiting in the shadows
He heard the breaking of glass,
The turning of the kitchen doorknob,
He fingered the volume control,
Switched to three pots
As he heard the footsteps of the perp,
Queen, full blast, took the burglar down,
Another one bites the dust.