My 2nd Amendment Bomb Pop

I have about 2 dozen poems in various states of completion. Some on summer themes, some not.
The easy ones need little more revision at this point, but the longer, more meaningful works will take more time.
Case in point - here's this, best described as a satire of the bane of warm weather porch time; Electronic Ice Cream Music.

My 2^nd Amendment Bomb Pop

If there ever was a reason,
  for a civilian like me
To own his own bazooka,
  it’s a truck like thee,
With your electronic Ears Hung Low
  all a blasting from your horn,
As on you roll, again, again,
  by day all day and morn
With your Doppler shifting music
  you change into second gear,
You go round and round the neighborhood
  you are both far and near,
With your ebb and flow acoustics
  you sound royally most queer,
And nobody buys your ice cream,
  so please go, get out of here
I see you selling cherry pops
  and also chocolate bombs
I’d like to pop your tires
  or have you run over my bomb,
But as I said at the beginning
  a bazooka would be best,
So you can sell ice cream in hell
  and finally let me have a rest

Fa-Pooom!
   Ahhhhh!