why in the world are you driving around 
with bullets in your floorboard? 
what would happen if you wrecked?
the leather was slick, anticipation of worms
       I got those from Bob today
       driving the answer to nowhere
why would you need so many bullets?
crowbar, an afterthought of regret
       well there are crazy people out there and
       I’m going to protect myself and protect you, too
       he doesn’t sense the irony
people don’t need this many bullets
why do i keep shooting?
       it says the “right to bear arms”
       a familiar engine revs, ready for the tire squeal
you forget it starts with “a well regulated militia”
i throw out the barricades

       here comes the car crash
same as it ever was