Guns & Disease

She said,
Indoctrinated minds
Climb higher
But narrower,

Whirlwind idiots
Spinning
For justice.

In the shape
Of things,
I’m better off
In a shed,
Writing lists
And disregarding
Religion.

Some people
Need to talk
To be heard,
Never the herd,
God forbid,
Never the herd.

I just want to read
The tabloids
And feel smug,
Check out the roof
And build
A loft conversion,

They didn’t have
Terrorists in my day,
They just had
Guns and disease.