Before the show.

Im supposed to write lyrics
With spondees and pyrrhics
The words will be angry
Or the words will be satiric
Words like gangrene
Words acidic

Searching through Pappy’s drugs
He loved his roses, I, the hungry bug
Searching through tainted needles
I just wanted the love of the people
To be a man of the Steeple

But when human flesh
Is so like steel
For frayed neurons
Frantically afraid to feel

What is a boy to do?
When they’re the Nazi
And you’re the Jew