Regards to Gate Number Five
I’m all out of ammo.
I know that maybe I’ve taken the sport out of it.
I know that maybe you have that gun to temple.
It’s all these formal affairs and
taking the tea at three o’clock,
that numb me,
that peel me back like a sunburn.
I never really wanted anyone to
listen to me in the first place.
Please take your letters of
and luggage to a
I appear to be closed,
Constructive criticism is appreciated! <3