"The Type-Writer Bullet Holes"

type, bullet, dud, fake

Quality in quantity is but a lobotomy shading the heat which shines

so bright

on top of me

unsticking the gum from the sole of my shoe scraping it with a downloaded gun

that's pointed at you

and ready to fire at the whites of your eyes

but what shoots out is not lead it's a surprise

one full of pain, hatred, and blood

or maybe it's just as fake as us

yep

only a dud