Walk into a Target with a metallic mallet
Bang the lone living cashier on the crown he drops dead
The remaining cashiers are robotic and immune to harm & suffering
What is up with this shit? With this shit, what is up?
I unplug them, they die.
When I want to cry, I fear my faucet is dry and not a single drop from it I’ll get
I am crucified on the corner where Panic and Time intersect.
Walk into a Walmart where the human workers are somehow more miserable than me
An old black lady ran up to me pleading, “KILL meeeeeee!”
But never would I injure folks demoralized
My luck, it’s just
When I finally feel the urge to help it is simply beyond my means to
Walk into a CVS undressed with realism showing
Down the aisle I am tiptoeing – till my body is spotted
Spotted by a hot chick we fuck right then and there
Then we drop it! – It’s some hot shit, yes, some hot shit it is
Walk into my house the lights are out and all is quiet
This is the kind of silence that stokes desire to start a riot
I believe in non-violence, unless it’s in self-defense – and I’m always on the defensive