Just like guns,
Cliques and Bangs,
Casting your hate,
In a forward spiral,
Impending the impact,
Explosions then debris,
That will fall or be lodged in a wall,
To have a reaction,
To those who lose it all,
Is never considered,
Since satisfaction is the center,
That makes you go and draw a weapon
Since you say someone stepped on,
What your shoes,
Oh that reputation you have to lose,
Don't you know you'll just die too,
Grow up and do something right,
Take time to turn on that light,
An idea for you that just might,
Work