The world is a bad, bad place
And I know
Oh, I would know!
Born backwards
big on my birthday
crawled cringing to the cradle
of doctors slapping
It’s a boy!
It’s a boy!
My youth exaggerated:
Terrorist skinned knees
Genocidal snake fangs
The devil bites bee stings
into the dread of Styrofoam molds
And it only gets worse:
We trade our halos for nooses
and capital punishment our choir of angels
In a scapegrace ascension to heaven
we leap off the top rope
into rings of uncertainty
We grew up to be:
Cowering redwoods
shamed beneath our own shadows
We are growing up lumberjack
In a world of paper mill executions
We give chainsaw eulogies
at clear cut funerals
