Bang Bang Boogie

Bang, bang boogie, up jumps the party…

I know your name and the hours that you operate are

grave yard

shift my body weight out the gates, he came

like a thief in the night this hell hounded off his

leash

teeth clenched tight, you might know my face...

not the expression that it’s left in

when I taste a loved ones blood my forked tongue

make sure protect your next of kin

take it like pain killers

spill the pills of medicine right down the drain

flush the evidence then claim your innocence

this shit just isn’t their game, in fact their rules

don’t apply here,

it’s a shame that you’re going to die here underneath

my thumb print

all over some dumb shit, run quick

cuz you’re about to get your punk ass beat in public

like bang, bang, boogie,

he beat down her door with an alibi full of childhood,

I killed time while it stood still for her,

moments must have adjusted accordingly, but on his

watch

the minutes were fast givin him whip lash

beat by the hands of my clock,

lots can happen in an hour,

for some days don’t fly by they make a crash landing,

I flee by night and only return for emergencies

just so I can listen to the ambulance sing,

sirens rang, the colors of the flashing lights

painted the town red in the blackest of nights,

so i will not taint beauty in the ugliest of moments

its that strange side of a poet, I’m writing you out of

my will to live and let live

and to give you some perspective, I’m a changed man,

and in that respect you best get professional

detectives

and motion detectors to protect your relatives, that’s

as much warning as your ass will get,

I hold my aim, this is an invite, to my domain,

pick me up while I hitch hike, on memory lane,

sit tight while I back seat drive you insane,

and beat your brains until you see nothing but pitch

white

and keep you breathing just long enough to have you

explain what its like

and how you like it. convince me, I want to believe

that you bleed,

I want to believe that you’re bleedin just as much as

she did

I’ll exterm’ it with your life until I find it’s fuckin

meaning.

She beat back her attackers with a childhood full of

alibis, as I understood she had to lie,

the battle cries must have adjusted accordingly or

stopped,

calls for help never were answered back and for that

beat by the hands of my clock,

lots can happen in a matter of seconds

ask for a repentance from a looking glass self

shattered reflections,

before you blame your anger on adolescence

listen to the symphony of ambulances sing,

so beautiful,

so nice

tell me where were you last night?

As usual, you lied.

Tell me where the fuck you hide.

It goes bang bang boogie up jumps the party.

I always notice when she has new marks on her body.