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Bam Bing Boom Through Your Love's Window
that old world black magic sparks
"I've killed a man?!"
done so many times before
too often known these chunks
of vomit
onto the mausoleum floor
for the soul does not wait
leaving bit by bit
built internment for the slain
to be thought of as ripped
the pistol drawn
not with charcoal
without a lock out of a drawer
a dashboard says sometimes
you can rob the robbers
then usually there's much much more
for gun control I'm all about it
though such an expensive idea
to rid the world of that old black magic
an idea which I hold dear
then the one legged man hops
an eye for an eye only blinds in part
I've seen ricochets matter toward doom
in bars and in the streets
I am not just a bam bing or boom
I am the shot through a soon broken window
which makes your baby dead meat
so up in the air some ideas must be
for blasting off without thought
controls that which we hardly know
were there not guns beyond lock and key
then a gangster's breath should not be wrought
outside of stead fast tasers
outside of death row
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting untitled also by M.E.L.)
"I've killed a man?!"
done so many times before
too often known these chunks
of vomit
onto the mausoleum floor
for the soul does not wait
leaving bit by bit
built internment for the slain
to be thought of as ripped
the pistol drawn
not with charcoal
without a lock out of a drawer
a dashboard says sometimes
you can rob the robbers
then usually there's much much more
for gun control I'm all about it
though such an expensive idea
to rid the world of that old black magic
an idea which I hold dear
then the one legged man hops
an eye for an eye only blinds in part
I've seen ricochets matter toward doom
in bars and in the streets
I am not just a bam bing or boom
I am the shot through a soon broken window
which makes your baby dead meat
so up in the air some ideas must be
for blasting off without thought
controls that which we hardly know
were there not guns beyond lock and key
then a gangster's breath should not be wrought
outside of stead fast tasers
outside of death row
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting untitled also by M.E.L.)
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