we can't let them have guns
i don't want no citizen gang
pulling our flowers from the graves
of our departed
and shot with meth and cyanide
firing at our desperate house
like they did in June
when we put up our wallpaper
and listened to the train move by
like a tectonic plate.
sister
i don't want them having drugs
i don't want them hanging around
with knives placed in their pockets
we can't even have them in the living room
for tea
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