How They Shut You Up

You’re scared.

Am I right?

You don’t sleep good at night?

You, you think they’re watchin’.

No, but they sorta gotcha.

Looking over your shoulder.

Sayin’ ” Dammit! I fucking told ya!”

Hands in ya pockets.

Not your hands, all theirs.

Fingers in your busy-ness.

Fixin’ on your address.

Nothin’ you own’s yours.

You run with man whores.

They, they open doors.

So often they tell you…

And you know they close them too.