They stuck a knife in the cat's back
after he promised to stay quiet.
They always lie.
They're meant to protect
But they never said what.
My insides feel like hot glass
which is weird since the bullets
are rubber and they hit my side,
split me open at the rib like Jesus
all that came out was river rocks.
We can't complain, I hear,
I don't know why we shouldn't
but they seemed adamant
when they swung the ax
so we do our best.