Growling
It’s cold outside. I’m chilly, frigid
Winter’s comin’ and it’s funny,
Whiskey gin rummy nothin’s warming
My tummy. Tuck your shirt in,
Stand tall, shoulders rolled all the way back
They need a clear shot!
Tit for tat react eye for an eye
The lie of the well-fed
Can’t they see we’re hungry? Unsatiated
Emaciated Thirsty for a spark?
Gunpowder Eject! Eject!
Smokescreens and morphine injections.
Thought the war was only on foreign soil
It’s internal, a returnal, a historic event.
What turned out to be a pandemic, touted
As an infection insurrection.
Never had intentions yet you still bled out
The knife clenched in my hand
And your heart on the floor. Get up! Getup!
Gettyup! Dig into my side
With your fuckin’ stirrups don’t apologize
Simply keep your eye on the prize
And realize that we’re all gonna die
Yeah, we’re all gonna die.
Many roads cones and traffic lights
Haven’t figured the finger,
Whose hand’s on the trigger? Open eyes
Open ears, no tears my brother.
Don’t think, don’t question, just classic misdirection.