making an ending

first you kill it with enthusiasm
play dead or cool
don't pretend to be affected
by the blade
or the bullets - take them like a man
with a cock that could shame the others
you don't have a say in how
it will happen
you'll appear happy then unaffected
at the same time - the sun's tongue
over canyons - you'll be pink for humility
red for appreciation
you can never be involved
involvement is the tupelo scar of a
loser
just keep the cash in your purse
mouth "I may have something" and run like
heat with 20 curs hot on
the trail
leave those dreams to the tallest trees
spare me the tears
it's the sacrifice you have to make
being born
into the slavery of being