Happy Fists

She’s full of hate

 

She looks at me

Her eyes spelling the words

 

While

My punches

Keep time

Or maybe

It’s the music singing

In time with my

Happy fists

 

Happy

Because they’re making

The world

A better place

 

She’s full of hate

 

(But then

Who wouldn’t be?)

 

My happy fists

Mirror hers

 

Or rather

She mirrors me

(Mirrored me)

 

She was full of hate

(Mirror Hate)

So I

She

(We)

 

Smashed us up.

 

 

Happy Fists