Loaded
I don’t believe in a right way
whatever washes the char off
need to wipe away the residue
America’s an enigma
Narcan and pavement
walk with the wicked
or slither like a saint
head down
versus sinner
is there a difference
heard Emperor Whoever try another
speech
looked at his crown
I saw baby shoes there
he said he was sorry
about the newest crumbling
I turned him off
went to your corner store
bought plastic venom
ice
and black coffee
traps for mice
spent that night quiet
it’s hard to keep my eyes
shut