GlockTeeth

I can feel ideas boiling in my head like lead
ready to be cast into bullets
They filter down, still hot into my mouth
and I load them.

Click-click.

I load those mean little guysI check to make sure my safety is off,
and that lead, that thoughtless lead gets ready to let looseout of my head, my tongue is the fucking trigger.

Boom-boom.

eruption, cut out of the barrel of my face
directed at you, snide, smarmy selfish
take it on the chin and i hope for a big exit wound,my heavy caliber words.

Splat.