Guns and Guns

Pepperspray deodorant
it burns like a rug
Simon says
shut the fuck up

in a nice way,
of course. Still, its
frightening to the
falcon-boy next door

Or should I say
falcon-buoy
like an ant
out of tine.

Yeah tine, not
time, not twine,
I could spin yarns
but i won't

I could till soil too,
but I won't. I don't
grow motherfucking beans
and I don't sharecrop.

I don't sell drugs
at least I don't now.
I sell rugs, but not
for a living.