A Frayed

Did you hear?
have you heard?
did you listen
to the word?
They said jump,
and we jumped,
keeping time,
lips sewn shut
by lipsticked sluts,
fucking us,
ducking us
on stools
into rivers,
shivering,
delivering,
clean souls
not witches,
the sons of bitches,
they're killing kids
in middle earth,
making decisions
about which munitions
best lay waste
to refugees,
fleeing,
what a wheeze
for sickle praising pricks
Putin,
disputing,
rebuffing foreign aid,
my fingers press
into his eyes,
and I'm surprised
I'm a killer,
and take
great pleasure,
at my leisure,
in thoughts of murdering
blundering shirts
wondering
did he receive
the threatening letter?
and despite
the gripes
am I any better?