The Noise

They have guns

To shoot

They have blades

To throat

They have arms

To strike

They have….

 

When I was a young buoy

I floated along in the stream by my home

And remembered nothing

 

Now I sense these changes

There you go, mouthing off again

Thanks, mother, for caring

Don’t quit your dayjob

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