The It Wave
It's in the suburbs
it has crawled out of the concrete towers
the 'it' men, the skinny rat-men
killers mostly but good boys.
They want a Glock
a black time-bomb ticking clock,
they want to be loved so badly
they will rape heaven to find it.
I call this wave 'it'
for it is a human crime to be them,
and an 'it' fits into the cracks
in the roads we roll over.
Now its out of town
now its in our leafy lanes
our backyards
our bedrooms.......
we wake up from a troubled sleep
and there an 'it' looms
and you know,
you damn well know
that you let your guard down
and 'it' has your gun
in your mouth and his.
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