A 13.49 Airport Shot That Was Gone Too Fast

This is a rage poem wrapped in crispy bacon, and I don’t even like bacon

The greasy drips and glazes over like my eyes from all this

You see, I’m angry

Enraged at the constant uprooting of my ass

So, I chugged a Canadian whiskey neat

Ordered a Texas burger that I'll only eat half of

While sitting in fuckin' North Carolina (no offense to y'all)

Like is there even a South Carolina?

Who even knows

The country is just pieces anyways

But same! So jokes on all of us, right?

Nod your head and smile, agree

Because that's what we've fallen to

Complacency, conformity, settling into the chaos because that's what's been shat in our laps and what we've been spewing

But see, I want revolution

Rebellion, riots, rage

Flip the damn table and don't place it back until shit gets fixed

Because we're living in pieces, strategically and carelessly carved out with a shiv of a criminal in office

And I hate flying through here all the damn time.