Mary will be a Mass Shooter

Mary will be a mass shooter  
 Before the age of 21  
 
 On her phone so alone  
She’s not a race car driver  
 
But a consumer of social media  
Fabric of youth  

Impetuous adolescence  
Being spit at with words  
 
 Her defense is not yet apparent  
Venom in her head  
 
Saturday night parents are out  
Gun cabinet left open  
 
Her prescription  
To her affliction  
Sits on a shelf  
 
Impressive killing machine  
Wraps her fingers tight  

Target in sight  
Squeeze the pain out of me  

No thoughts of those they love  
Or little babies  
 
Every piece of flesh  
Feels so good to me  
 
Doesn’t solve my problems  
Or anything redemptive  
 
Let’s my hate live on the internet  
 
Every piece of flesh  
Takes my soul from me  
 
Every piece of flesh  
Takes some light from me  
 
Every piece of flesh  
Hurts me hurts babies  
 
Pain I can’t explain  
So I take some flesh with me