I Saw The Creed Guy Eating Pigeons Last Night In Central Park

I realized today
The roadside has become an endless string of neon lights
Flashing and buzzing like an epileptic's bad dream
We are fire stone tires, collapsing at high speeds..depress the brake
Strangle the wheel
Scream as we are dragged for the remainder of this climactic crash and burn
Heads with rubber necks are glad it wasn't them
But are we so helpless now?
So willing to kneel before the self-proclaimed kings?
So quick to look away from the slaughter?
When the wolves have gathered please scream
Scream your fucking lungs out
I pity the mute...
The silent are murderers too