There’s people in this fucked up town
In need of something pruned
The prominence of harboured waste
An absence of refute
There's reason
To lynch
Deservers
Of fists
A cost effective way to jail
A rapist is to snip
And force upon him the same thing
He used at his own will
And when I think of him
Above her battered self
My modes of coping melt
And turn to fists from hell
I would hurt him
I would end his fucking life
