knuckleheads

[adambranson]

Retaliate, retaliate! Fight Back!
Your voice IS strong
like glass dragged across
the faces of THOSE WHO
left you to
slip slide and die
In slick fucking mires of
anger hatred grief remorse
No use have we of the preceding
Motives for Bitches!
Our drum is Action
Our beat is a dirge
for the dumb and blind
Play them to cliffs magnificient
and OFF
On, onward! Push Together!
The Past can't build a Future
like the Present can
They who only know
the reconstruct of
failed nightmares
toil with
shitty bricks
Building TRAPS AND MAUSOLEUMS
sealing in What Little Joys we
Have to Do Something
Destroy, Destroy! Tear down
Sagging crutches
Staggering, crumbling
rip them UP
Take that pain
Standing
or
sit down either
way eat it
kill it
and spit out the Grin