I Don’t Make The Rules

Do you have that one bigoted friend on Facebook?

Let’s call him the canary in the white supremacy coal mine.

The one who makes you look for signs

of impending race riots and you wanna delete him

and you think you should, but you keep him around

for the greater good? How else are you going to know

if confederate re-enactors are coming to your town

unless you’re friends online with the clown who defends them? 

I think it’s time to let that dude go,

and I don’t mean unfriend him.  

I mean you have to go to his house

and kill him.  You gotta make it look

like self defense.  You just gotta

have a threesome with him first

and snap pics to establish a motive.

Black mail is the motivational speaker of scare tactics.

You gotta twist this narrative around

so many times you break your wrists

and those x-rays will help make it look

like self defense.  Fuck the police. 

I don’t make the rules.

Even if your uncle is a cop, you have to go to his house

and fuck your uncle in his own house

while his wife watches from a safe distance

and takes pictures because you gotta

make this look like an accident.