No Longer Parkland
School boys and girls
marching to their own
drum, knowing that fear
smell like piss wetting
your neat Ann Landers
undies, tastes like a
mouthful of nettles
and feels like the finger
of a disposable glove
shoved up your rectum.
It comes from guns
and those behind the trigger
but only without guns
can things get better.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2018
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