Please don’t feed the animals

the world shakes to violent change,
leave or remain?
bomb or refrain?
thin blue line worked for a while,
burning on pyres,
heathens and liars,
bailing the hay,
how did it come to this? you say,
drinking lattes, executions in May,
concentration camp gays,
grabbing pussy,
killing their prey,
just like that, you’re out of the game,
“daddy, the lawn’s on fire!”
signs burning, flying, hell rising,
“I voted to stay”
and all that fucking hatred,
all that fucking violence,
all that fucking murderous rage...
it just ain’t you babe,
it just ain’t me babe,
it just ain’t us babe.


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