Mar 06 2002
We Are Fucked
laughing at the hypocrisies
guns blazing on the way from the bank
red car, blacktop, white lines
110 down the freeway, sirens
roaring engine
spike strip, tires pop
running, trees, dogs, copters
corner rounded,
FREEZE…rookie yells, hands shaking
eyes stare, my gun raises
BANG, head shot….
another pig dead.
laughing at the hypocrisies
I run into the night.
