Shuck Your Crock

Shuck Your Crock
No drugs, No sex, No muscle bound mannequins;
No fire, No fight, No get over attitude;
No winners. No heroes. No God.
One day I’m going to shuck your crock.

No war, No killing, No machines of senseless entertainment;
No vice, No opinion, No lesser of two evils;
No blood, No voice, No first runner up.
I really need to shuck your crock.

No art, No ticket, No piece of abstract escapism;
No gas, No gristle, No falling from the faith;
No mile, No meter, No thought of fool’s resistance.
I have this heat in me - I want to shuck your crock.

No fist, No finger, No locomotive strength;
No cry, No anger, No psychokinetic blast;
No joke, No thunder, No helicopter raid.
When I really feel I have to
I’m gonna shuck your crock.
J.R.