The Problem…

Trying think of where life was shot in the face…

There’s too many fingers to point…

Too many stab wounds filled with glass…

Duct tape and kitchen towels keeps the blood off the carpet of society…

Now we dance around with 12 gauge shotguns pointed at each others heads…

Daring the other to pull the trigger…

Buck shot filled with radioactive waste and ricin…

And yet no one could see the problem….

NO one was the problem…

Lying, crying and dying all in a day’s work…

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