Of T-Rex and pterodactyl
and the meteorites gasping ash
I maimed animals for fur and food
dug stone for blades, found steel
processed it into houses and homicide
I am a son of Abram and Ishmael
I got the Lot that Lot was given
But still want more land
and a license to kill all
the annoying people
I can kill with a word or a weapon;
doped drugs dipped in neediness
A needle is sharper than a pointy pen
but ink is cheaper on skin and cheaper
on paper wafers, but all burn the same
Five and dime book stores in flames
once loved like childhood ice-cream
Hitler’s off a Holocaust, Paraguay dreaming
knickers in a knot, foreskin nightmares
If i could only light my smokes
off a shooting star falling
from galaxy’s spewing
with big sax’s blowing
and a bugle bleating
that my graveyard
is over-flowing
with the news
that you can
take pills
one for one one at a time
and these pills that make you smaller
make you want to grow, taller?
Ask me
i am a descendent
don’t ask Alice
