WHY ASK WHY
Who did it this time isn't my questionWhere were the people in charge?
Money is the name of the gamey
Lions in a cage, milk bone taming
Full clips, automatic firing so quickly
Sent to be free to do as one pleases
Standing in the cemetery today breezy
Nexus knots unaffected by there tears
Why and w,x,y,z; sleeping bullets seeking
Any old target will do, do until they depart
Cures for every disease, equations solved
Why does murder escape his garlic coffin?
Your eyes grow a garden of fresh grief
Backstabbing, nit-picking kill the weeds
Being grown meaning nasty and rude
Jobs ain't the answer, you're silly crude
Who did it this time isn't my question
Where were the people in charge?
Money is the name of the gamey
Lions in a cage, milk bone taming
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-02-19 at 22:48
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