I’m tired of this shit

There is nothing else to do

but make art,

or cry,

or fight.

When the anger cannot subside

and when there are more bodies

and more “loners” and “isolated” young men

and younger and younger victims

especially

when they’re brown

just like you.

You think to yourself,

“why the fuck am I still here?”

Because what sane person thinks anything

else.

I didn’t grow up with firearms

but apparently was a natural with them when I first shot a gun.

I’m a Texan.

Born and

fucking raised.

From the Rio Grande Valley.

Grapefruit capital of the world.

Our governor,

our senators,

our politicians did this.

And they should never, ever,

be allowed to show their faces in public

ever again as long as they live.

Because 19 boys and girls,

who look just like me,

grew up like me,

are dead.

All because those fucking useless, unctuous, smarmy, weasely ratdicks

did nothing.

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