Something To Kill

It’s here

Out in the woods

With a deer tick on my ass that I feel alive 

Life threatening parasites everywhere

Corporation rat race

Exchanged for a forest of hunger

Exchanged for a bull’s-eye on my ass

Make sure you pull the head out

Use tweezers

Your hands aren’t good enough

It beats a bull’s-eye on your head

It beats keeping up to the pace of a desk drawn idiot on his chariot

Snapping his whip at the secretary

Spewing his tales of when he was there

All three days of misery

My legs feel itchy

Life threatening parasites everywhere

Get the tweezers

I have something to kill