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 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