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.