Napalm Water

Twirling in my spit upon sneakers,

I release a force field energy, unlike any other.

The press say I’m a monster,

But in actuality,

I’m a beast.

The different between the two is vast,

Yet the public outcry for us to have labels.

I’ve seen your future.

War torn vehicles,

And nothing but sand in between them.

A hyper violent Mad Max reality.

I never thought words would become artisan ammunition,

But we now have Pre-K adolescents biting the head off verbal grenades

And watching from a safe distance.

This acidic lifestyle has poisoned the well we drink from.

Technology is supreme.

I pray you all die long before you ever see this day.