Itinerent

Maybe the bombs look better from where you're standing
maybe the chronic fatigue and lifeless noon-times
are something you've been waiting for
but i don't see it like that


your three piece isn't war paint
and your polished vocabulary still doesn't get you to say what you want


so i stole your students
i gave them color in their faces and revolt in their steps
let them call out all of your officials with half truth blindfolds
and gave them reason to strip all of your system failed defense


took all of your lab coats and handed them to the frozen faces
in the dark alleys on these midwinter nights
lifted all your padlocked journals and plastered all the hidden antidotes
on every surface i could find