I’ve Got The Poison In Me

No one shoots a bullet.

They shoot a gun.

Their shooting is behooving

Of another action

That gains them traction

At a distance.

Resistance

Is futile,

If, all the while,

You’ve been fooling

The ruling

Class you know you are.

How can you go so far?

To say you don’t know.

You must go.

Behind and follow yourself.