To Ralph Strother: For your fked up decision on the Baylor Rapist
To Matt Johnson: You’re just mean
To David Hodges: Are you an employee of the SCRAM ankle monitor people?
To Parnell, January, February, Johnson
To those who used to be public servants before they became the avenging arm of the angry gods, and the money, which ain’t going to buy you youth, and the power, which you wield quite well, and the pain you have put on the poor without regard. The bikers, the mothers, the wives, the kids, the families waiting for DNA.
This song’s for you.
