zebrasindenver

have you ever thought

that your battles of today

would have been better fought

on the plains of bloodshed of the times past

that the sofas we sit on

should have been thrones of wood and steel

that the words we type upon keys

should have been swords against armour

hammers on skulls

i do in 2014

we loose our focus

the focus of blood, mud, and tears

should have been

focused on the sins of others

and the bleeding bodies of the weak

unlike your false knights

i can draw blood from a stone

if love is a rose

then sex is but lawn clippings

full of dog shit and cigarette butts

of all the whores

you stick like shit

to the ceiling fan of my life

blood

guts

and a soy cortado