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.