III. Conversatio
and drove in that state
and got hit by a train
on Hotze road
in his car
so they say,
so they're saying in line
and I'm at fault.
His blood's on my hands for our
do don't do
demands
no, I won't serve time, but my
demands
His blood's all over my hands,
can't get it off of my forearms
It should have been him who heard
'If you can be a preacher,
why stoop to be a king?'
in Bible College
and me in the coffin,
for he was only high,
and I?
I've raped and pillaged
murdered, burned,
cheated, stolen,
done restless work,
carved my gods of plasma screens,
tortilla chips,
weight changes,
my brother's lifting weights,
I've minted coins in my image,
committed genocide,
avenged,
and raged
inside my mind.
IV. The Whisper
"Worst of sinners"
in my mind
IV. The Whisper
"worst of sinners"
III. Conversatio
am I.
V. Letter to the Editor
'Re: What's wrong with the world?
Dear sirs,
I am.
sincerely,'