One Gun Shy of Life November 1, 2008
Staring down a barrel,
A lifetime swirls an eternity
Before it speaks its peace.
Oh, but the gun said
There would be no such thing,
That life cannot exist
Now that the motherfucker
Decided to rape you
With a visual of possible death.
With a Viagra hat
And an empty resolve,
He had only within his countenance
To wiggle that gun,
Calling you, "Mother fucker," over and over,
So that he may take the money
And run for a little Lone Star extravaganza.
That gun owns you now,
And you don't even know it.
The natives, those cannibals praying upon you,
Are all busy at the slot machines,
Winning every time they pull the lever.
You're bleeding,
Not that red shit from where you've cut before,
But from something deeper,
Bleaker,
Within the rusted cages of the mind.
Everyday is not a play day,
And Death is not a twin bill check.
You will see this invisible thing everyday
Because you're one gun shy of life.
A lifetime swirls an eternity
Before it speaks its peace.
Oh, but the gun said
There would be no such thing,
That life cannot exist
Now that the motherfucker
Decided to rape you
With a visual of possible death.
With a Viagra hat
And an empty resolve,
He had only within his countenance
To wiggle that gun,
Calling you, "Mother fucker," over and over,
So that he may take the money
And run for a little Lone Star extravaganza.
That gun owns you now,
And you don't even know it.
The natives, those cannibals praying upon you,
Are all busy at the slot machines,
Winning every time they pull the lever.
You're bleeding,
Not that red shit from where you've cut before,
But from something deeper,
Bleaker,
Within the rusted cages of the mind.
Everyday is not a play day,
And Death is not a twin bill check.
You will see this invisible thing everyday
Because you're one gun shy of life.
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