There was an active shooter in my hometown today
20 miles north of where I currently live
Something to do with a local gang and the county fair
The details are still murky
My niece and nephew could’ve been there…
There’s a fire 20 miles south of me
But they seem to have that under control
But…
Nothing feels under control right now…
The country has gone batshit
The world is squeezing us
And we’re popping
Our government
Our media
The viruses
The inflation
It turns out
America is very sensitive
Give us a little push
And we lose our damn minds
The riots
And shootings
The suicides and the homeless
Turn up the heat on us
And we pop
Like kernels
Over the flame
Pop
And
It is caving in on me
Surrounded by the squeeze
I can feel the flame
I can hear the pop
I can hear the screams of a local fair in disarray…
Pop
We could all use some good news
We need a win
Who’s going to do it?
Are you?
Will I have to try?
You want me to rage against the squeeze?
I’m just a man…
I’ll pop too
I need you
And you need me
You and me
Need to become a we
And then we
Need to get a fucking win.
-C.H.
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