Mace
I can't describe
As you're a threat to my face
Mace
I don't know your taste
I know peppers on my fajita taste great
Mace
You make a grown man's scream
Are you worse than you seem
Mace in the face
Better than a kick
in the crotch
or to spine
or side
or head
Mace
Is it a seasonal thing
Farmers not growing enough
Mace
Never see it used that much
Are they running out of the stuff
Mace
Postman use it
A spray day keeps the dogs away
Mace to the face
Is it better than a bullet in the back
Isn't it bad we can't ask
Ask Michael Brown and Mr. Phill that
Mace
The FOP will never know
It is the victims' fault they died
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
- Author: Thomas J. Dooley ( Offline)
- Published: July 21st, 2019 08:45
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 23
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