you know those nights when
you wake up with fiery blood
and a point to prove,

when you don't need a
machine gun, but want to show
off your tiny ****

and this, the only
way you can make them listen
bang! feel the rhythm

dance to that music
bang! show the world what happens
to any that doubt.

bang! and now, although
your life is forfeit, you give
them the quick way out.

no? neither do i.
you'd think they'd put a stop to
it. but ugh, that's hard.