STICKS AND STONES by Tom Jensen
Since I kill people with rhyme
They can run but they can’t hide
But yes, even I break pencils
From time to time, sometimes
Like when I think of your skull
And try to crush it with my mind
Or lash out at you with my tongue
Telling everyone what you’ve done
I’ve caused five known suicides
But some might call them homicides
You could either go and ask a jury
But I’ll go free if Judas Priest decides
For no amount of money will I be marginalized
Victimized, puppetized or terrorized by
Any body, agent, church or state that tries
To get me to follow or believe something I hate
So liars, cheaters and those who steal
I got your penance written right here
It starts off by me calling you all bad names
And it ends with you all beginning to disappear
For what if I wasn’t a man of words?
But a man of action; a man of deeds
In fact, what if I had a new creed:
“If you piss me off enough…
They’re gonna find you in the weeds”
Slam, bang, chop! With that last line
You’re dying…you’re poetically dead
And I was barely even trying
I feel much better now
You’re lucky you’re only crying…
Was it something I said?
Or maybe something you read?
When I see evil people…
I start chanting:
‘Of with their heads!”
Since I kill people with rhyme
They can run but they can’t hide
Oh yes, I break my share of pencils
Like other people break necks
(Who is Next?)