(lyrics not poem) [ No Title Just Yet ]

So, How do we want it?
Brutal honesty or sugar coated critisizm?
Could we all settle this over a hot cup of tea,
one sugar, two cream?
Can we turn up our music,
to wash out your voice while you scream?
One agrement, to sign, here, here, and here, if you agree.
If you don't, then goodbye.
We are fighting an endless battle with no fists to fight back,
Our fistless fists, bring us down,
but our mood got in a few good swings.
If we gave this a go, would we soon be beauty spent and done?
You with a shotgun baby, us with a plead.
Don't you know this is dangerous? A bullet to a cocked gun?
Are you as serious as a heartattack?
Dont shoot our restless souls, no no.
This is were civil blood made civil hands unclean.

Don't let us die of exposure,
give us some closure,
what are we to do?

Could we settle this over dinner my dear?
"What could we get you, anything you'd like by chance?
A steaming cup of potential perhaps?
A main course of fame?
A side dish of over exposure,
and a rageing, front line, new name?"

Don't let us die of exposure,
give us some closure,
what are we to do?
what are we to do?

Don't let us die of exposure,
give us some closure...