GOD HATES THE POLICE, AND I HATE THEM BOTH (DID YOU KNOW WE WERE NOT ALLOWED TO WALK THROUGH TOWER CITY MALL TO SEE O BROTHER, WHERE

ART THOU? BECAUSE THEY CALLED US

A GANG?)

Soft-bellied,

and yellow,

skin.

Jaundiced scabs

you

pick and pick and pick -

me

first and the give me, give me's

you

might understand a metaphor,

but

can you dance, dunce? Punk rock and a leather

dunce

cap. Run fast before they run

your

pockets and check your

temperature,

box your top,

and

let the people wonder