Sin Offering

Sin offering

Some critters eat their young.  We’re a nation that kills it young men.

Whether they’re executed in Afghanistan,

the streets of Detroit or East LA,

the sterile death rows of Texas and Georgia,

we screw ‘me over for years, then when they’re almost ready,

hand ‘em over, deliver and lift ‘em up, muss their hair, take a photo,

punch their tickets and send ‘em off. Dispatched.

We wave weakly, and wonderless, say:

“Today’s your day. We won’t see you later.”

We’re OK with that and, besides, we’ve decided that this is a job that’s way too big for

God to handle all by him/herself.

Dancin,’ Singin,’ Cheffin,’ Fuckin,’ Shoppin,’ Losing Weight, Interventions…

it doesn’t matter in the least, life goes on whether good or less good for us

but not them though ‘cause

they’re gone.

Hey….it’s got to be SOMEONE….better him than me. Right?

Besides, I’m somebody, you’re somebody, we’re somebodies;  he’s…..he’s…….he’s…..

Right?! C’mon!  Right?

Yeah.

Right.

Now, who’s next?