we all get to dance
we just hear different music
and your music doesn’t make sense
to me or anybody else
high pitch of guns raping the night
combat cries
broken up by chorus of money ringing hour after hour
kidneys and lungs shipped overseas
mass sacrifice
mass murder through fire
what a mess
I despise melodies of death that make you fly places
you don’t belong
pig
never will
but in this world we all agree to dance
and I dance with you
psychopath
always on red
cloud nine
you love to draw attention and you draw blood for that
it is your apple pie
missiles and bombs
are shooting stars
to make God watch
the collapse of creation with our eyes
it hurts to bleed and rest in peace
as I expire
while barn is contained
barn is safe
no escape
barn is all you can eat
pig