Mr. Dime

Neglect or insanity put a cowards weapon in hand
Stole from us all, snuffed a precious light.
Somethings's broken. Something's wrong.

Don't know why, it don't matter now
No one remembers his name, but fuck him anyway
It's what he deserves: to be forgotten.
Too often apropos, "Four dead in Ohio"
There'll be another one for thoughts and prayers
Near daily dose.
The meter rolls,
And now it barely makes the news

Keep your god damned sympathy
It never changed a thing
Damned by sins of inaction
Blame festers in us all

What's been lost can't be replaced
One that touched so many's gone
A moments rage sent him to his grave
But ennui filled the hole



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Day
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