He's just a face in the crowd,

a nondescript man,

a dim witted mouthful of lies.

Football on the TV,

beer in the hand,

the extend of his rational depth.

He's a god fearing man,

a while beating fuck,

a vacuous flag waving fool.

Rip out his heart,

feed him his dick,

gut him like a hamstrung deer.



Kill,

kill that man