Murdering words

Let me murder these words
Butcher this sentence to death
Mocking the peace and beauty
Of meaning and pure thought

I delight at the sorrow of it
Proud of the blood pouring out
The mouths of verses in pain

Alternative junky beats lie drunk
And punked out naked on the bed
Twisted underwear around one ankle
As your girlfriend get high on the
Last of your stash

Trashed out twenty-something parents
Shaking the hell out of there kids
Screaming blue all over the walls
Dying silently in the arms of Angels

Children raising children
Children fucking children
Children killing children

No grown-ups in sight
Help I need an adult
The world in a bad nanny
And she is beating me