The Sunny Shits

By m.s.wardrip

Mama, I’ll fight the Indians and Cowboys,

I won’t let the Shiites or Sunis get you,

I stand tartan plaid,

Pround Scottish past warrior defeats foe,

Will be your headline on the morrow.

Blood never spills on peaceful shores,

Unless caught unaware,

Haphazard,

Toll din of the bell.

Escape!

I think we were having a bad day,

And there is no such thing,

As a bad day.

It must have been deliberate,

Bored, rebellious, irresponsible.

Do you think God worships you?

Are you worthy of yourself?

Swell then and save the world,

From itself.

What box?

.1