whAt iM sAYIn iz

When you can’t flip the script

tear it to shreds

then start to letter together

a list of demands —

whAt iM sAYIn iz

— to extort the unexpected

and accept no less

than those shreds of life

tell you to deserve.

trigger happy

tear us apart

limb to shred

then ask me why

the floor is red,

you know by now

whose side I’m on

still many times

you prove me wrong,

ten paces pal

then turn around

you’re trigger happy

I know by now,

and turn that smile

into a bullet

now put em up

you beat me to it,

before you frown

I hear the sound

two paces left

I’m underground