American Honey

Cowboys and underage girls

It’s Miller Time

White boys shooting hot lead.

A Confederation

Of United States

It’s trap music for the souls of White folks.

Dying to live

Ready to kill.

Rats in a wheel

No one told them.

This heartless place.

No place like home

Trucks full of goods

We sold our souls

Dogs left in fields

Pretending to be wolves

Chase flying squirrels

Blood stained killers

Whore themselves out

Sky’s on fire.

Sky’s on fire.

And we’re chasing the setting dream

Polite John’s are still John’s

You’ve got to pay to play

Freedom isn’t free

Rainy days bring teary eyes.

Cold blooded killers

Modern James Deans.

The bear slays the wolf.

The lion befriends the dragon.

Who’s the new girl?

We’ve come full circle

We’re all the jerk

We just don’t care.

Mama wolves shun their cubs

The young eat the young

We never grow old

The oldest story never told.

Dead Kennedy’s

We kill children

Mamas don’t even cry

Bad kids

Deserve to die.

We ain’t livin right

But we’re the only one’s left

Cliches of cliches

The only thing we recycle

Is ourselves.

Singing songs from better times

Futuristic.

We do our fire dance

Drinking fire water

While turtles drown slow In our puddles of sweet fear.

The end is here.

-American Honey

12-10-2019

J. Rozarie