The machine guns are loaded
because the government failed
to ban them years ago,
and the bullets are ready
to sing of freedom and oppression,
depending who you ask,
while the sanest thing is to hide
behind a bottle of rye on Friday nights,
solving all the world's problems
just well enough for yourself,
before your vomit in the kitchen sink
reminds you you are the problem
sometimes,
only for those who swear they know
all the answers
to joke about Hitler
being an animal lover, so much so
that he had his dog killed
rather than play fetch with GI Joe,
and even if your hangover helps
you not pick a side,
they'll still find a reason to hate you.
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