AMERICAN SHOOT 'EM UP

dreamed
i was somebody
for a minute
like i held the keys
to the goddamned
kingdom and even
my sweat was holy
and it was real, baby,
and i just walked in like i owned it,
knocking that shit down
like i don't know what
my bullets rippin' right through
and them scatterin' like birds
and, man, don't act all high
and pious like it matters
when nothing goddamn matters
in this shit world
but politics and money
and your horse shit
so-called liberty,
not even this

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