cold case closed
found bloody clothes in the trunk
of an old piece of junk
beat up who i once was
put them in a hospital bunk
i wouldn’t feel sorry for the chump
they wrote fake notes
tried to expose every runt
for the thrill of the hunt
took a threaded lug nut
tightened with a hammer and wondered
why the bolts couldn’t make a test run
not fair to be picking on the young
i wouldn’t dare
i was 20 + 1
plenty old enough to hear
all the tall tales sung
to separate real
from gold-plated dung
if my chair had coerced me to budge
stung like a flare
an electrified nudge
then i might’ve gotten steered
to a pain-free grudge
avoided my plea
been clean of the sludge
– D K T
D K T 