Shoot 'Em Up (Clean Version) Poem by Nathan Kraft

Breaking the Feeling,
The Stealing Never Ceasing
to Teach us to Keep Teaching.
These Feeling Proceeding
and Breaking the Drug Dealing
to The Youth.
And No one Ever Cared
About the Rusted Up, Spit on Heroin Needles Shared
by Our Kids While we Just Sit And Stared,
Disbelieving with our Eyes,
But Believing all Their Lies,
Building upon False Ties
and Paying Satans Tithes
While Buzzing like House Flies
Until She Finally Cries
For Help.
but No One's There to Pick Her Up Off the Ground
and All Anybody Seems to Do is Continue Looking Around.
Death Bound,
Lose Sound
Too Late it's Over Now.
For You.
The Skies Blew
The Bird Flu
Infecting the Rest of Us Too
Until our Pores Seep Drug Induced Pus
and It's Spreading the Cuts
and We Never Like to Shoot Up,
and Pulling out the Rut
and Pulling Out My Teeth
to Meet this Proceeding Need
to Plant this Ruling Seed
and Sitting in this Seat
and Screaming 'Something Please! '
'End it All, End it Here, End it Now!
Raise the Barrel to my Temple!
and Pull the Trigger! ' PLOW!
and We Do.
We Pull the Trigger
and Let it Linger
Longer than The Finger
We Raise to Praise
and to Shame
That we Blame on them.
But Who Cares? !
Screw Theirs!
Leave Them Be,
Pay their Fares
and Let them Go On.
And We'll Just Sit Here,
Singing This Song.