Hands march across the face
Tick Tock
Spaces places faces
Invented races
Separated by two social constructs
Male, female
Women and men
You are not the sum of your genitals
Fucker, sucker
Screw, having sex, making babies
Filling up wombs with babies
She didn’t want to, but he had his way
Rape, Rapine and Murder
Investigator, defecator
Supreme instigator
More spaces, places, faces
More invented races
Excuses exterminate as thoroughly as bullets
Bullets, bones and splattered brains
From Papa Doc to cattle trains
Peddling flesh
Want it live, gotta pay the dime
So it can put in the time
Suck your cock or wash yer rocks
Or pull your plantings out the ground
So we can drink some coffee ‘fore the morning rounds
Then talk shop, talk chop
Talk about our kids in daycare
Playing hopscotch on pavement chalk
Someone be peddling their flesh one day
Someone be exterminating them one day
Someone be raping them one day
Murdering them, separating them, denying them
Assigning them spaces, places, faces
Based on the contents of their pants
Their skin, their true believing?
In the name of a bureaucracy nobody enjoys
Except hooker 1 and hooker 2
The temple, the church, and the tabernacle
Clinging to my wallet like a barnacle
Carnival of errors
The hands march across the face of the clock
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, there’s always a time to kill
In spaces, places and faces
Destroy those invented races and shed not two tears, but one, so that everyone knows you care.