30

Number 30 of The Knockouts

I can’t smile much more
My face hurts at the thought of it
Chipped teeth and black eyes
Punishment for big s**t talking
I wouldn’t even attend my own funeral
Lip service murderers devour pharmaceutical essence
In the presence of real life
Wish I could shake it off but something just feels right
And one tongue in my ear thinks that I just may win the lottery
Be all that I can be and over night
Sensation
Heart lost past racing and my race has seen many dreams downgraded by The Great Satan
That is American logic
We are the root of all evil
You are coming up with a false positive
And f**k that
Rule of gold
If they can jump then they can suck dick
Or a better euphemism they can eat s**t and lick c**t
Dress like a s**t and you get gang raped c**t
And say thank you when we come
This humdrum life is for the birds penny pecking to be number one
In a long line of vultures
Circling over head
Say that money talks
Must have called the police and the feds
My only right remain silent
Someone else is appointed to do the talking
Let the dead speak
Body bags and a coffin
Closed casket on the coroner’s recommendation
Wouldn’t want to see him like this