rock n roll did not kill your son
a lack of light shown
on a laquered earth,
smooth as a marble.

a lack of love, blackened a heart
now a catfish
feeding on bottomless depths
of a bartles & james

the petrified eyes
of suburbias jekyll and hyde
has some horrible aim.

nonetheless,
nobody murdered your son.
fingers are guns.
fingers are guns.
fingers are guns.