Matt DeMello - A Tension's Deficit/All-State Firing Squad

All is fair in love and war and growing past deceit
Voted Most Dramatic by Neo-Fascists, the agony of defeat!

Placing memories in different kinds of contexts
Childhood no longer esteemed simply...
Take the chance that I'll find some deeper meaning
If I could just pick the right team for me

Handcuffed, trunk locked, blindfolded down the forest road
Can't help but grit my teeth
For all my talent is confetti in a coalmine
In situations like these
A friendly debate between the headrests in the backseat
Over which mouths are worthy to feed
Hope that the driver knows that it's a felony
To have all the proof that he needs

Because by the time they know what to do with me
I'll be digging a shallow grave
And yes by the time they know what to do with people like me
There'll be nothing to save

Land of the lugenpresse, slick-haired yes men
Always chosen for the kickball team
Home of the free to be as big as any asshole
That the comments thread lets you be
About how behind every participation trophy case
Is an AR-15
Aiming at a bottle of prescription amphetamines
Trying so hard not to make a scene

Because violence as love will always pay dividends
On the lacking honesty we all feel
At the respect for our intelligence shown by
Those who decide what we should think is real

Of a kind from the bowels of history
From the way we all smile and nod
At always ending up beholding the mystery
Of that pearly white, all-State firing squad

Written by:
Matthew DeMello

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