- by Linn Barnes
Another Day
-Linn Barnes
Today another killing
I feel drenched in sadness
disgust and guilt
where was I when I
could have said
what the fuck are
you talking about
as I listened to drivel
from drooling stupid
jaws enraged about
nothing much more than
their own obvious inferiority
babbling hatred and violence
to deluded drunken kindred souls
while I slept in the corner
refusing the teach the trash
anything that might upset
them as they polished
and sharpened their weapons