Always More Often

Always More Often
Tragedy, censure
Has kept me clothed.
Apologize to me politely.
My only wish is that revenge
Could blast me clean.
Sometimes it's easy to imagine
That I've killed you,
So you'll have to forgive me
When I send you through.

Firing squads and land mines,
I want to feed you bad things.
Rigged elections and force feeding
Are too terrible to think of,
But it still won't be enough.
For all of you.