Tear Gas and Tidal Waves

You wear a bonnet made of a hornet's nest,

And sleep upon a nest of snakes,

You brush your hair with a grizzly's claw,

But I'm the worst of your mistakes?

You fell from peaks, and slipped on ice,

And choked on throaty regret and lies,

You sunk below the yellowing horizon,

But blame me for your sad demise?

You carried open flames into propane fumes,

And went barefoot on broken glass,

You were glove-less in the frozen wastes,

But when you cry, you blame the tear-gas.

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You stand naked upon the flames of injustice,

Embers flare up like a cigars' burning end,

Pain and sorrow, are you so immune?

For my part, I can not comprehend.

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Dare you pick the flowers that I once planted?

Can you plant all the flowers that I crave?

Fault, guilt, and blame are two-way streets,

Upon this threesomey tidal wave.