i hear you through the stained glass
screaming at children, scaring the **** out of them
god **** you're ******* tough, aren't you?
telling a nine year old to jump in the garbage where she belongs
with your cigarette stained screams
and hair that would gladly twist it's tendrils
around any unsuspecting victim
quick enough to squeeze the life out of them
before they had the sense to run
and this little girl has strength enough to keep her chin up,
keep moving her little legs to grab her icee
from the corner market in this early summer heat
and you're still on your god **** porch
yelling about little ******** pinching your baby
if you want to be the guard dog of this neighborhood
let's get you a chain and leash
because there's no question in my mind
that you are a *****