147. 'Look At Your Game, Girl'

I think of Manson locked away,
an American idle who
said “no sense
makes sense”.

I think of the way
those kids must have had to
scoop up Sharon Tate’s blood
to do that writing

and what it must
have felt like when
the fork slid into
Leno LaBianca’s swollen belly.

I think of this when
I do the vocals for
our version of his
meandering poetry

I think of Manson
and I think:
that could
have been me.