Shoot From the Hip

Can I be honest
and simply say my thoughts out loud?
Do I dare say what everyone wants to anyway?
We walk around mindless, emotionless and spineless.
We desperately need some truth to wrap around us
and bind us.
Perhaps like a corset or a straight jacket.
We need it buckled tight.
cinched
attached
adhered
shackled
and yoked.
Why do I act like I know?
I don't.
I do not presume anything.
I do not rely on much.
I do not accept that i'll always be free,
I don't trust the government system.
I do know one thing for sure.
I see babies diseased.
Whores on their knees.
Dudes gettin' sucked.
lives gettin' fucked.
Sorry but it's true.
When you get fucked over
you'll use that word too.
I see education falling
and not one damn person caring.
Kids disregarded tossed aside like yesterday's scraps.
little girls dressed like harlots
walking the streets in their fish net stockings..
Boys being molested by those they most trusted.
Babies of babies of babies having babies.
A 12 year old girl with a needle in her leg.,
On welfare and stamps she's her uncle's tramp.
does this hit you hard in the gut?
does it make you want to cuss me out?
Well good.
My pen is doing her thing.
She's mightier than a sword.
so they say..
Oh the evil games that we play.
Hey! I've done it too.
I've been selfish and lazy.
Driven lovers crazy.
I've been bipolar and schizo just as sure as the wind blows.
But I have a heart that beats in my chest,
and a conscience that refuses to rest.