A Fan to the Artist.

The Responsibility.
Is Heavy.
It Might Not.
Be An Uzi.
But.
It Weighs A Ton.
Stop.
And Ponder That.
For A Moment.
You Spit Those Words.
With.
The Reckless Aim.
That An Uzi.
Would Do.
With Hollow Points.
You Toss Them.
And.
Hope They Hit.
Each And Everyone.
Of Us.
And.
They Always Do.
And.
Always Have.
Then Pen.
Has Always.
Been Mightier.
Then Your Overused.
Metaphors.
That Flow Forth.
From The Cannon.
You Call Free Speech.
The Destruction.
Might Not.
Be Visible.
From The Distance.
You Launch Your Cannon.
But.
Know Just This.
The Brains.
Are More Desecrated.
Then.
Afghanistan.
And.
Our Financial System.
More Over.
Our Faith.
In Ourselves.
Is Lost.
You No Longer.
Know What Your Value Is.
For You.
It Might Be A Benz.
But For Others.
It Might Be.
Rent Or A Sandwich.
To Say.
The Things You Have.
Y'all Should All Get Lynched.
N.Y.Oil was right.
And.
So Is Jay..
Y'all Idiots Is Targets.
Garages For Bullets.
Please Don't Make Me.
Park It In Your Upper Level.
Valet A Couple Strays.
From A 38 Special.
Idiot God Bless You.
And.
Thats.
Why I Am Here.
Shoot You.
With Knowledge.
And.
Hope You Die.