Post-Quake

You want to topple my skyscrapers
Because I blew my breath across your sores
I’m a dark empty void inside
So crawl on in
And sit with yourself for a while

Who’s the next clown
To show up for this circus?
I can’t believe I was silent for nine years
I have so many goddamned things to say
You gave me a bullhorn
That was really stupid

Now we can just paint the planet
Black and blue
Over all the red we already splashed
And beat the hell out of anyone
Who can’t see us for who we are

Yes, it feels good
To engage in the rage today
This is not the time to be civil
In the aftershocks