I Am John Wilkes Booth
Someplace. Spotlights. Stage lights.
Today is the day I assassinate everything
That I have ever believed in.
Poor caliber selection my only saving grace
With residue on every point of contact
And q-tip flavored second thoughts
In chemical solution
While my hand is quietly turning blue.
Today I am an incorruptible figure
In a stupid hat, constructed mostly of legend
Sewn together with myth
And liberal usage of wishful thinking.
Tomorrow I am Novacaine mixed with vodka
And a single cherry
In a glass of sherry
Downed by whispered fools
And I tie my tongue in knots
To relieve the loosening in my stomach
Yes tomorrow I kill the only face I ever loved
In preparation for facing the mirror.
Today I shot the face of freedom.
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