George Dance
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Daily News
I don’t want to look at the news today
but I don’t want to talk (I’m not okay,
there’s nothing to say, just go away)
so I stay head down in a corner booth
and I stare at the daily lies and truth
and I read: One Charged in Death of Youth.
There’s a picture of you, so phat, so cool,
so in control, so nobody’s fool,
big grin on your face, big idiot drool,
you hide beside your shyster guy
in a rented suit and a borrowed tie,
and I want to spit and I want to cry:
Badass motherfucker, hide behind your cool shades
– Cut a man for stepping on your blue suedes –
Fuck you, bitch, you ought to feel your own blades.
Better escape and run, boy, run,
’cause you had a knife, but I got a gun
and you fucked with me when you cut my son.
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George Dance