I Refuse to Count to Thirty.
Stumbled out a front door not known to the public perception. Intending to find a god, a fraction of existence. Something to hold, maybe control. A round on me when we get where we aren't going. Smiles until they bend. Undertow with a tractor-pull mentality. Southern heat armed by eastern hate. Smiles from here on out. We better turn our fucking head, close our ugly mouth. Parole for celebrity police figures. Policies built off ladders. But here comes the workers. Ladder back for the latter class. Better beat on the better half. Grass is only green until you taste it. Infertility of humanity. Abortion without jurisdiction. Generate friction for resistance. Twenty twenty has no vision. We'll eat the fucking nails but we get to use the hammer this time.
