said the man who is not young to those who are
surrounding the Ferguson PD cruiser
beating it with rocks
dressing it for the funeral pyre
and while I’m fine being the honkey-ass-cracker
lined up to take the bullet
and while I got pork with the pigs born
from my own scars and broken bones
and while I just lit that mother fucker
up like a rag doll
still I wonder: what fire I stole
out the eyes of those kids
by grabbing the molly from their hands
and letting it fly from mine.
