When God Goes Grunge

With all this sickness in the air
it’s enough to make us squirm
take a deep breath, hold your arm out
lethal injected hit-and-run

One more pure dose for the road
melted on the burning stove
leave the lights on, souls are sold out
grave digging’s never been this fun

Black coal hanging
on the hearth
stockings split
when God goes grunge
Big wood splintered
from the stakes
two thousand years
of live and learn

Plastic visions flash in blank eyes
ammunition for the squad
take a big hit, join the death march
madness of the frenzied mob

Foolish outcasts laugh on their hill
plateau of the great divide
shrug of shoulders, straightened spine
swallow all our angst and pride

Black coal hanging
on the hearth
stockings split
when God goes grunge
Big wood splintered
from the stakes
two thousand years
of live and learn

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel. Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.