The Problem

Ask me how it feels to profit off a man's death.

I'll show you five dollars and some change

while his wife sells t-shirts, a sketched halo over his head.

His body still in a casket above ground is used as his rhetoric was before

for profit, for control, for all the things for which he sold his soul,

but I'm the problem,

Jimmy Kimmel is the problem,

Starbucks baristas are the problem,

and the witch hunt continues

with look what they did demands for accountability

from anyone but the man responsible for pulling the trigger now that they know

he reflects what they see in the mirror.