Just one.
One more high–speed fuck–up … ……..tequila–fueled fear–induced ham–fisted
hammer–jawed throat–crushing blind–eyed
absolutely–good–for–nothing ball of
Just one.
You’ll tell yourself final last just
oh how the words lie and lay about lost
out in the garden coming in on the tide
You’ll tell yourself and anyone who’ll listen
since you can’t any more not even hear the
begging the screams feel the woman’s hands
tugging pulling with weakness with final
ounces of without hope but pleading none
theless maybe you used to wonder
how could anyone with an iota of humanity
pull the trigger on a fourteen–year–old
child just standing there just riding by
but that was before they put the fear in and you stopped
wondering about anything at all stopped
questioning your motives stopped
watching your own actions from a close
distance and asking yourself where did your
last iota go?
Just one.
If only now, in this instant, you have
just
one?
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