soft sword

Rolling dick upon my jeans
I steal some swag from other thiefs
I keep my eyes as clean as
You can imagine
I sell no more
You flow away
I say "one more"
You ask again
What time is it?
Again?
Let evening start
Let's start a crime
You leave familiar things
Behind
Who starts to cry -
Sells no more drugs
They get nothing
A farm
A gorgeous warm
Against the autumn cold
A nuclear war
Against a dartboard
Where are you at, my lord?
Who left snakes
Around my yard?
Why would you put your hands
On man's eyes?
Why soft is hard?
Why hard is soft?
We can not trade these things so much