The Shears

It’s hard as hell to stick to your guns

when your patience is put to the test,
remembering which atrocities were the big ones.

There was that Nixon-Cambodia fun—
a million killed on behest.
That was one time we totally stuck to our guns!

But it’s between you and me, Bub—who’s the one
to be damned and who to be blessed,
weighing which atrocities were the big ones?

You fed me eggs that gave me the runs,
horned in on my eternal rest,
so I had no choice but to stick to my guns

those days of yore—I was smoking a blunt—
sins I did confess,
never sure which sins were the big ones.

You always made me the fox in the hunt,
so I exited stage-left.
It’s hard as hell to stick to your guns,
remembering which atrocities were the big ones.