Wacko on the warpath - an angry poem by me

the planets have aligned or so I think 

I don't give fuck anyways 

no, I didn't shoot up nor do I drink

the killing sun's up and I'm down to hunt

I'm a bastard 

I'm a fucking cunt

my teeth are fangs

not a problem to be fixed 

and it'll come towering over the masses

they'll pretend it's not there

so if they won't stop the slaughter 

I'll double down on my trespasses

"this too shall pass" they said

a swing of the pendulum, it got worse

maybe humans are just overbred

they can't get it in their head somehow

each cow slaughtered 

each woodland plowed 

the skies will turn on them soon

not like that's a bad thing 

and in utopia it'll be our death

but at least it's legal one

not like we're all dead walking

so rock on till you're the only one left.