Motives

Motives 

There is nothing more overrated or feckless than a motive

Gunshot murder suicide, if we only knew why

Put the felon in a box, latch the combination lock

To forget that the demon in the cell could be us as well  

The hell it dwells it breathes lifting dumb bells

When we’re not looking, it is working out

Exercising our monsters in closets doing non-partisan voter registration

In the community halls of our mind taking over synapses  

Cuddling with the blind orphan children burrowing inside our id

Waiting for the superego to pull off the wrong defense mechanism

And let out our inner kid, rambunctious impetuous fuck

Slamming over garbage cans and spilling the sewer water amuck  

Reasons flooding red-black in the streets

Holding protest rallies where logic and anarchy meet

Shaking blown-up hands, cocktails explode

Thrown at glass houses and asbestos mobile homes  

Built to kill us from the inside and then let out

Caged dogs howling and meandered the doubt

No fences, dirt-grass yards urine stunted the green-discard

Leftover explanations and out come the monster manifestations 

Marauding about the populace, Trojan horse evacuating consequence

Assumed this face could be trusted and that one could not

Defy the stereotype and hold the law in a conundrum sailor knot

Ships are burning in the harbor and the news team wants a reason  

Tell them because the monster made a choice and it does not matter why

Because none of the citizens are leaving

Wrapped up in trust, fear and the blanket of known’s

Staying by the fireplace warm in their anesthetized homes  

There is a motive, an explanation as stone on the cave

Don’t need to go looking, aghast the body is still inside

No magical elevator carpet ride

The rabble-crowd is placated the blood thirst satiated  

We got our man and we now why

The devil was brewing and over the coffins we cried

The bodies were brushed and buried atonement on Charon’s ferry

 

Paid all the debts for the meandering regrets

Still floating for the names we voiced our dissent

That we must know before we let go

Pine box for a body, burial of a mammal  

Family pets need eulogies, knowing he had the nerve to shoot the

Only father he had over known, right through the eyes

Like a Cracker Jack box, the murderer opened the prize

Perdition not a big enough threat, this bastard must have had an illness  

For the message to be sent, look out Ma we got a crazy!

Running the streets and bombing the babies

Setting firecrackers in tummies when cherubs are sleeping

We got a wolf in the pasture and we all quit listening to the screaming! 

Pop, pop, pop sympathetic music for the evil that heaven begot

Fallen from the free will of an angelic line, so in we are deemed

Part of the divine, he has me, me as you, we as he

Put that motive under a pillow, pretend to be a kid  

Nonsense, nonsense; that is no mature way to live

Seeking the reason without reason is nonscientific

Befuddled by numbers and dopamine

Explanations that one should not want to be wrong,

Should not want to be a killer, but 

What if one does, is that motive enough for you?

Do we need a societal fix, a condom for the infected prick?

Spreading its immune deficiency death in men with no form of regret

Shooting sperm-bullets fathering vengeance  

Or just another mother-fucker repainting the pavements

Queen with her roses, man with his poses

Red, Red, Red, Red-Rum Calling us informed calling us dumb

Sitting on the sofa with nothing to say,  

Lobotomized by the media-bulimia reflecting our self

Up on stage, confronting what we could be, Are we not entertained?

Keep mesmerized, keep the measure, keep the time

Keep the motive scrolling in a screen crawl time line 

Count the dead, interview the cousins and clean the dust out the ovens

Piled up the worst of us, living within the veins of men

Duality acceptance, that sometimes there is just a choice

And it is that dark.