dialectic swirl of dichotomy
Capital punishment for those who are feeling sad.
Death sentences for people who played life wrong and bad.
It’s not amazing or surprising the way we can give up in fear,
look in the mirror, am I surviving? look coming back to me still isn’t clearer.
If I seem bewildered as you took everything I had.
They teach courses at the community college that grade you on mad.
Off with their heads I can hear them whimper,
If I drove the bus I’d drop them in a time plainly simpler.
I used to believe in uniforms and borders with barbed wire,
Strictly speaking those that want heirs, I coldly conspired.
It’s not rudimentary in the old days teeth were pulled out with pliers.
As you wipe jelly on your toast remember the Jesus last night you hired.
Today I’m digging a pothole even though slow time would anyways,
I’ll pass a bill in congress where we must re’etch the words on our graves.
Mostly the pious walk out of church hoping they didn’t just get hustled or played,
Capital punishment for those who feel sad, and unless your God,
you’ll never have it made.,
