Sputter

Sputter

3-21-15

No. No, oh.

How could you get it so wrong?

No. No, oh.

You gotta come down, you gotta come down now.

Do you even see what you’re doing here?

Do you really believe what you’re saying?

You wanna shout, you want to be heard.

I cannot believe you pack in so much nerve.

I know we’re all wired different.

But your words are sounding insane.

And you’re blaming it all on a brain.

Shout, sound off.

Get it off your chest, get it out of your head.

Spout, work it out.

I pray that your legacy ends.

In the sputter in which it began.

I pray that someday you will see.

Your hate and your rage does not set you free.

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