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 pyre
heathen and liar
work on monday
bailing their hay

how did it come to this you say?
drinking lattes, executions in May
grabbing pussy
concentration camp gays
droning 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 their fucking hatred
all their fucking violence
all their fucking murderous rage...

it just ain’t you, babe
it just ain’t me, babe
it just ain’t us, babe.